Jun 2014
With suspicions growing,
She was the poet,
Who dreamt of being the poem.
Though finding,
Everytime she read
Fear creeped in.
She wanted to start like a poem,
But feared of ending like one.
She was the poet,
Who dreamt of being the poem.
Though finding,
Everytime she read
Fear creeped in.
She wanted to start like a poem,
But feared of ending like one.
