We've grown cold.
We've crossed paths with silence
And, these are the points where things fall apart.
Where our defense drops and in return, we pick up past Beautiful memories and sink ourself within our subconsciousness.
We've chosen silence over smile
Faceoff over blush or laughter.
We've destroyed all that was beautiful because, pride wouldn't let us share a piece of how we feel.
We no longer share tears
We now, shade them
From been seen and felt.
YOU ARE READING
Dead Letters
PoesiaWe are Afraid. The supposed Ones with bravery of hearts are weakened because of affection. Now we lay low on succulent beds and Undercovers. These are my honest Dead Letters.
