What is this love, if it's so fake
What is this smile, if it's hiding tears,
What is this pain, if it's hiding suffering
What is this hatred, if it's hiding jealousy
What is this waiting, if it's hopeless
What is this confession, if it's meaningless
And why are you here,
if you're not mine
YOU ARE READING
" A Burnt Diary ".
Poezja"When you don't know what to do, Look up the sky and ask why it's blue".
