I'm a tattered book with secrets inside,
Pages upon pages of mysteries that hide
From the prying eyes that open so wide
And the people whose mouth is their pride.
Don't judge what you see immediately,
For what you see is not always the case,
You have to dig deep and find their real face.
Look beyond the fake perfection they show,
Look into their heart and then you'll know
The truth that lies beneath their artificial show.
YOU ARE READING
Moonlight
PoetryA collection of poems written by me in the middle of the cold, dark night.
