A small spark

I liked the way you were;
You will hide your beautiful eyes
To the world
Claiming that they’re not graceful
You’ll sit in the front of the bus
Hiding your magnificent soul
To the other passengers
You’ll live in the shades
Because you can’t accept
your blessing
You were always good at kissing
And bad at picking
Life treated you badly
But you always survived

You were the small spark that lights an enormous fire.




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