it's not that easy, it's hard,
to adjust the situation so easily and fast.
put the tape on flash forward,
or turn it on backward to see the things in the past.
memories haunt me down like a brisk of blazing fire,
surrounding my head like a cloud of anyone's sorrow.
they slowly appear in a shadow of hidden desire,
showing their real facades that were drown in tomorrow.
disappear in thin air.
no one questions, no one dares.
is it fair or is it unfair.
who we are to who we care.
-gc
[ when secrets are revealed ]
written in august 13th, 2017
YOU ARE READING
august.
Poetry4 weeks, equal 31 days, equal 744 hours, equal 44,640 minutes, equal 2,678,400 seconds, equal 1 month. aloha, august ----- i write one poetry everyday until the end of august :) lowercase intended! ;) copyright @ghxxna cover by @ghxxna
