A room lit only by the moon beams
Peaking through the blinds,
Our voices are low, keeping the words we share a secret from the outside.
We have created a place of sacred,
a temple in disguise.
It masquerades as a bedroom to deceive curious minds.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Lost Girl
PoetryA collection of poems written on my free time, they are mostly all free-style so stanzas and patterns may not always add up exactly but I assure you it staggers the quality hardly at best. I believe a poem can tell you a lot about a person, their i...
