Out of the blue,
"Who are you really?!"
He asked.
I smiled...
I was asked the same question once,
It took me back to that day;
That beautiful place in the outskirt of the city and the person sitting next to me.
"In reality, this person is a pretentious being, an imperfect creation; walking on earth, hiding her true feelings with humor as a shield" I replied.
-LomlomMizo
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Her Melancholic Reverie
PoetryIf you're here to read something profound, i can assure you you'd be disappointed! These are just tales, a terribly tiny tales at that; written by an imperfect creation, walking on earth hiding her true feelings with humor as a shield! I hope you en...
