We were birds of a feather,
Brought up in a different tree,
Never meant to venture any further,
But we still met on my secret run in free.
Was it coincidence of fate,
I would never want to know.
When our eyes met at the quitude gate,
A fierce bond of amity brightly glow.
Like any other, I came with my flaws,
But conquered shame and sharpened my claws.
I remember that gift you gave me that day,
A dress good enough to keep my insecurities hidden away.
It still remains in my cupboard, Preciously folded on,
for not just my blemishes, but some lingering feeling too it won.
YOU ARE READING
things the moon whispered by the shore
Poetry" the stars are the agony of a broken moon." this book is a collection of my best poems and thoughts from my personal 'thoughts and poetry' series. hope you all enjoy.
