You see her smile, perfectly
By morning light
Though beyond these walls
Is a cripple crumpled life
The sun shines bright,
Then morning passes by
The light, she called it
Overpowered by the darkness inside.
And when sunshine hides,
That means time to say goodbye
To that smile plastered for outside.
YOU ARE READING
When Boredom Strikes
PoetryThe sun sets. The darkness came. When boredom strikes, I think of you all over again. Then creativity starts, the journey to memory lane now begins. _______ N.B: Keep reading. May you enjoy this roller coaster ride! -Marjwiiitty
