My words are under a curtain,
Unlike yours - always out in the open.
I speak jabbering syllabes
With a foolhardy smile on my face,
Knowing,
Or mostly hoping,
That you know the truth,
The truth of it's antithesis.
This curtain is only for you,
For you to step inside it,
For you to engulf me,
For you to entrap me with your smittening smile
I want you to lift the curtain
And make me say
What you want to hear
And what I want to convey.
And if you don't,
I just hope,
You wait long enough for me
To drop the curtains on my own
Someday.
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Words Of An Idle Mind
Poésie~this idle mind is no devil's workshop~ •••~•••~••• ||Featured on WATTPAD CHRONICLE -May2018 (wattpad's official monthly magazine)|| || Featured on WATTPAD CHRONICLE- July2018 (wattpad's official monthly magazine)|| ||Featured on @AmbassadorJP readi...
