Oh yes,
pretty lies, doesn't it?
What you thought was a blooming flower, is in its purest form a deceiving coward.
Yet, you were pulled by the beauty, weren't you?
You shone your hearts' divine ray on their face, didn't you?
But then, the pretty face just became hell.
Its arrogance shot an arrow that went straight through the veins of your heart.
Perhaps we must select the book with a good story in the time coming.
Even though the cover might look lifeless;
It is perhaps our hearts that must align to find it fill up with colors again.
YOU ARE READING
You Who Knows Least
PoetryA sequel to my book "You Who Knows Best". Read, and you will find much intellect. The thoughts I share here are of my inner sect.
