He didn't know the risk she took
When she put her heart into words that she used to read only in the books
Ignorance is bliss , was what she'd heard
It wasn't a bliss anymore when all the whys bothered her made her thoughts swerved
The one picture which once said a thousand words
Now was lost in the echo and reached out to no one
Anger was the only key to conceal the hurt
If only he could see what was hidden behind the heart that was berserk
YOU ARE READING
Silent Cries Of The Night
PoetryIt's a collection of few poems that I've written . The story book cover picture I took from Pinterest. Readers are welcome to share their thoughts and ideas.
