Rizal, Philippines In spite of inexperience
In eagerness in the art of words
Sometimes Poetry appears to be
The only language i need to speak of
To be understood. 5 followers / 65 words
Sometimes you forget that you're confused in life And it makes you more confused Confusing, right? But then you'll remember You're confused all along And it makes you feel much better Less confused.
beneath her veiled words and the glances she stole, was a story left to unfold. A desire to be noticed, A desire to be admired. As if her presence was dripping in molten gold.