Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2015
I could be broken,
Beaten,
Burned....
But. I'm Not.

The mist could catch
The corners of my dress
You could see the sleeping beauty
But. You. Don't.

I could live lies,
Hiding,
Horrified....
But. I. Don't.

We could die,
Fading into nothing.
We could walk
On golden roads...
But we don't.
Hi It's Haliyah
Written by
Hi It's Haliyah
339
     --- and Musfiq us shaleheen
Please log in to view and add comments on poems