"I approached her friends and asked her name
It is pretty, everyone would claim
And now I'm staring at her again and again
Beautiful Mara Aina, you keep me insane"
Mixed emotions flooded me
I don't know how to react with what he said
Questions filled my head
But one thing's for sure: Mara isn't me.
YOU ARE READING
As the rain pours
PoetryAs the rain pours, the words that were unspoken comes out from her mouth and the tears in her eyes started to fall down.
