he spoke silky and smooth,
he walked confidently & surely,
he looked as if without a care
about the world,
he only wore black,
his smile just barely there,
but it was genuine,
his dark curls an array,
he'd seem so unattainable,
he was always surrounded,
but yet he looked so alone.
YOU ARE READING
silent thoughts
Poetryand her words rolled out like silk from soft, rosy lips, everything lifeless is alive, wilted flowers are risen, the skies are clear, and there is peace - daisies
