Waiting for you in the vast,
starlight,
Tired of pretending to love this,
night,
Come on ! How much games you,
want to play ,
when it's me , who is turning ,
A toy,
with each passing ,
Time..
-payal
YOU ARE READING
Untold
PoetryMany things needed to be told , but don't know if it was destiny or ego , which turns it to be untold ... I will be here to write a poetry , daily for the beautiful praises of yours, afterall they are going to be , only mean to connect me with you...
