I wonder how I'd feel;
when I see walls cry,
I wonder how I'd feel;
When those rigid trees, which stand tall, even when they have been scarred; how their tears would unexpectedly come out,
I wonder if it's the same feeling, when you find out,
That the girl who smiles the brightest in the morning,
Cries the hardest at night.
-written with a rimmed vision
YOU ARE READING
The Truth Left Unspoken
PoesiA collection of poems/short stories. • • • Lines of letters that you cannot confront. Lines of words that you are too scared to admit Lines of phrases that are truth finally spoken
