When I was younger
My mummy told me
That all the bright places
Aren't always shining and gold.
That all chocolates
Aren't always sweet.
But I refused to believe
For everything is just like a fallacy
But as time goes by
I realised something
As I go nearby
The lake of my dreams
Hope, reality and fantasy.
One thing's for sure
That "you" and "I"
Is like Math's letter "i".
YOU ARE READING
Au nom de l'amour
PoésieAu nom de l'amour (In the name of love) is an anthology of literary pieces written by different writers, including me, which contains all feels about love. In this anthology, we will dive into a world full of perceptions about love. Are...
