Behind the curtain she stood hidden
As if she thought her tiny feet didn't peek at the bottom
I pretend I didn't see and called her name
Her childish giggle muffled behind her hand
I turned my back to her, enough time for her
To come out and say ' sat' on the wall.
My fake disappointment seemed make her smile
My smile hidden beneath for me to look back on
Oh I wish it wasn't how I was
Maybe I'll still be just the same.
- Minha Mehrin
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Dulcet
PoetryI see a star I see nothing more I felt a nudge I felt no pain Was it hate? Was it love? Or something in between? A mystery I assume A history they strive to forget A sultry heart all left alone. ________ A collection of poem I write to find what I...
