The guitar strings of our your hearts, danced in sync in the ball night, amidst the crowd, Every soul swayed to the melody, In the moment so pure and beautiful, Silence filled the air , heartbeats played in our ears, the soft breaths caressed our skin, gentle and mere, Wrapped in warmth, soft smiles Read More...
When did I turn mature?? Was it the time when I realised, irony and paradox could breath, Or hypocrisy was a tongue, beneath?.. Was it the time when I realised, truth was harsh, and lie was sweet, Or words could be a bunch of letters with no treat ?.. Was it the time when I realised, Whe Read More...
