Impromptu: Silent Anguish
A silent anguish in me, never content to only seeing your back always… as my own illusions are already covering the beauty of your reality.
This is what I realised through your innocent, truthful eyes of yours.
A silent anguish in me, never content to only seeing your back always… as my own illusions are already covering the beauty of your reality.
This is what I realised through your innocent, truthful eyes of yours.