Somewhere
hidden
in her
soul,
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.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 5:32 AM UTC
Somewhere
hidden
in her
soul,
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.
