In every other way
Direct is impossible to portray
Eyes tell those who can't say
Appealing ever single day
Lingering moments were worth to pray
A day is a blessing
Dedicated for cherishing
Only exemption after knowing
Ready for fighting
Earned trust wasn't hard gaining
Lonely days became brighter
Understanding oh so tender
Crying is not just meant bitter
Killing negativities for the better
You're the before to my after
YOU ARE READING
POM POEMS
PoetryFeelings turned into words; squeezed from experiences (FINISHED since these were the thoughts from my young mind)
