Loving her was like the Bubble
Feels like I can reach her..
I can read her mind..
I can see her smile..
Loving her was like the Bubble
I can see her move by the wind blows
I can see wherever she goes
I can see everything that she does
She is glasses bubble
She kept everything inside her bubble
Once I come closer..
She protected her bubble..
Pretending everything is okay..
I know..
As cold as she built the bubble
As strong as she strengthen the glass
I can see inside her thoughts..
I still can..
-Mr. Untold
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a Cup of Imperfect Poetry
PoetryThere will always be imperfection that will be filled with unexpected things. And that is you. Someone who completes a part of my life.
