High on the mountains
we stood
I placed my self in front of you
But you continued to glare at the scenery
Even when my eyes were caught by yours
It was your choice
You saw and did what you wanted
No matter how painful it's for others
- K
YOU ARE READING
Inside My Pockets
Poesi"To be a poet is a condition, not a profession" - Robert Graves A book that contains all my midnight thoughts in form of something more beautiful than a regular text and taking out all the pieces of this soul in bits after all these time of suppres...
