Beauty
Is the glint in your eyes
As they gaze into mine
The slight upturn of your lips
And a hidden smile
Complimenting
Our furious heartbeats
Side by side.
For you are the apple of my eye
And red isn't the color that you bleed
Red is the sound of my name.
YOU ARE READING
To The Introverts
PoetryAt the unforgiving eyes of the world, I lay here with a pen in hand, To write about the secrets I keep, The untold stories of an introvert.
