I heard the silent footsteps in the dark,
I heard whispering laughs.
Heard a silent call,
“Hey, are you looking for someone?”
I answered her call,
I said, “Yes, I am”.
It was hate at first sight,
Hatred with the life she chose.
The dusky face, the rosy lips,
The tight top and the sorrow within.
Exposing the voluptuous curves of misery,
And a fake smile behind the true lips.
She could have been a woman, too...
A woman of everyone’s dreams.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 2:24 AM UTC
I heard the silent footsteps in the dark,
I heard whispering laughs.
Heard a silent call,
“Hey, are you looking for someone?”
I answered her call,
I said, “Yes, I am”.
It was hate at first sight,
Hatred with the life she chose.
The dusky face, the rosy lips,
The tight top and the sorrow within.
Exposing the voluptuous curves of misery,
And a fake smile behind the true lips.
She could have been a woman, too...
A woman of everyone’s dreams.