The ambiance is quintessentially peaceful
Deep silence conquered the wall
This heart of mine is undying fine
Not when you opened the door
You spit with that brown wood
Wearing roloc wolley fitted to you
All of a sudden
My heart is in fidgety
In a small space white paint wall
There was You and I existed
However in reality There's No Us
Love is like a knife once you cut
Its create wound followed by the red bleeding blood
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken words
PoésieI have a lot of stories to tell! The stories of my neighbors, friends, acquaintances, relatives, family, and more. Secrets-I have a lot of them; nobody knew them except me. My replicas don't really show what I feel, what's going on in my head, or in...
