Her plans to deceive.
His actions, all concealed.
It started with a tender kiss,
underneath the white sheets.
The scheme went well
after last night's magical spell.
If I put up an act, could it end up becoming real?
YOU ARE READING
Under the Midnight Sky
PoetryA collection of memories from the forgotten past. A reminiscent of savored moments which never seemed to last. A tapestry of emotions woven into art. A fragment of soul from a fading heart.
