STRINGS
Flowery, but deadly
Some, just a phase
Others, it’s a façade
It could be fake
Or fact
Either way, no blames
We aren’t that different
We are all flamy*
Who doesn’t hide the ugly
Who doesn’t show the not ugly
Forgive his half truths
He wishes to tell you more
But the world is not accustomed
To accommodating the ugly
And guess what, you’re his world
Yussif Ahmed Ibn Yussif
ahmed.yussiph@gmail.com
Why can't it be for you, My Love?
ReplyDeleteNice, I think I know who the first stanza is for😃😃😃
ReplyDelete#Whisppersonly😉
The right and attentive ears hear the faintest of whispers.
ReplyDelete#Whispersonly😊☺️