Holding hands as we go,
You named it 'Our Roadʼ
For it holds and captures our every moments.
Nothing distraught me more than you.
For my eyes espied the fallacy of the world
But not yours.
Paodon
YOU ARE READING
The Afterthoughts
Poetry"The Afterthoughts", is a room where I bottle up my cursory thoughts, hidden from the realm I am existing and presenting it to the world where I yearn to fit (bookish world).
