Walking with my heads down,
Upwards full of sightseeing people,
Crossing legs few miles away from mine,
Desperate for true love,
Wasn't my idea in the first place,
few steps ahead,
to find my dearest lover,
shall i seek the kindness,
or his pureness,
loud and clearly as the white pearls,
ocean waves were blasted,
and so do i,
YOU ARE READING
phase of life
Poetryjust a short stories for you to read, if you could be anywhere, and where would you be? enjoy..;)
