My perspective. P.S I did the design myself.
Your cry gave a loud call,
Impossible to resist.
Burdened with the curiosity of it,
I raced to your roar.
Why?
Why did I?
To tell would be lying
And to lie, would be would be less of me.
So how do I bring to term, my intentions?
"Tell her the truth" Malik blurted
What? The truth I seek to hide?
To ease these feelings I despise?
I pondered upon his words for a while,
With hope and courage.
One to understand,
The latter to approach.
Only time would tell the results,
Till then my friend, pray for my goal.
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About the Creator
Damian
My mind is a universe of its own and I'm going to tell you all about it's stories
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Nice one.