No Glasses
I go out
Not wearing glasses
This time seeing blur is blessing.
Not seeing accurate figure of every human being
That's what pleasure in it.
I don't have to stress up my brain
From the trauma I had
By a glimpse of memories
In every stranger my eyes caught on
I see you.
QxD
YOU ARE READING
unspoken.heart |poetry|
PoetryUnsettle mind will throw here into poems. Warning, English is not my mother tongue. Grammatical error is ahead dont cringe.
