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.
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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