She shrieks agony
yet talks playfully
with a fake smile
plastered on her face.
Everyone
sees her beauty
and admires it
without knowing
how deep the wounds are.
Everyone loves her eyes
but they do not care
why it cries.
Yes, everyone does not.
And she says, I am one of them.
But, still, I'm here, doing my best to prove I'm not.
YOU ARE READING
He
PoetryA book he holds with countless pages, His eyes heal, and his love reads. This story contains prose and short poetries that is all about a man's point of view of love and life.
