He was nothing but sweet,
A rather shy little thing,
As fierce as a wolf,
And a friend to me.
Not bound by blood
Nor indebted by money.
Maybe we both just
Wanted some company
Be it playful bickering
Or days of saying nothing,
Selfish in our own ways-
We stayed for our own reasons.
Now was it Fear
Or Familiarity?
I forget.
But I soon grew attatched severely.
YOU ARE READING
Inside Her Mind.
PoetryThis little bunch of poems that I am writing is 'how' I feel sometimes 'what' I feel sometimes... these are views towards life and relationships with people and all my compressed thoughts expressed.... They reflect me people I know and what they wan...
