pardon me,
for i am not who you think me to be
for you thought me to be fragile
while all i was a wooden block
for you thought me to be passing cloud
and i was a sparkling star
for you stabbed me with a knife
while i drew it right out and stood up
for you thought I'd disappear forever,
and i remain
for you ignored me like an option
while i might have been the answer you were searching for
for you thought i was just a drizzle
while i was a hurricane
for me being myself
for me not being what you want me to be
for i am bruised and not burried, yet
oh, pardon me for that too..
YOU ARE READING
simple pleasure ^-^
Randomsimple pleasure... things that are felt and forgotten easily... this might ring around your head for sometime and ripple among your thoughts after sometime...
