Him
He looks at her
surreptitiously
enamored by the
way she talks
enthralled by the
way she moves.
Her
She admires
his demeanor
His voice seems
like a lullaby
to her ears
He is all she
wants to listen.
Both
They feels the same
yet no one dares
to say the words
they long to hear.
YOU ARE READING
Wars Inside You (Published Under Ukiyoto)
PoetryLying on your bed. Looking at the ceiling. Thinking about where did everything go wrong. Each night has been a remembrance of what you are ----lonely and empty. Life is neither a lap-of-luxury nor a tale of rainbows and unicorns ----this is what pe...
