"are you new?"
was it the clothes,
or the way i looked at you?
what was it
that made you come to me
in a beautiful spring day
inside a vintage book store
filled with thousands of stories
yet you chose to read me
"took me a while to find the perfect one, but you've just been hiding"
hiding from the harsh reality, trying not to be burned...
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Lies
Short StoryTwo hearts. One liar ... you or I? it hurts to know, that you will never look at me the way i look at you ... N.V
