You play with words
Creating hundred excuses,
it flatters me not.
It's the truth
I want to hear
even though I know
that your venomous biting facts
might slice my heart
I want to trust you
Just say
what is on your mind or
Keep quiet and
I shall read your eyes.
From today I grant you a freedom to express..
go ahead
I write when my muse play tricks on me hiding behind the tunes of adversity. A simple thing such as smile or touch, anger or quote, music or hum,it sets my world rolling into a ball of perfumed poetry
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