show them your smile
as you flip through the pages
of the book long forgotten.
read it aloud,
tell them your story
as if it has ended.

is it your reality?
what you tell them,
is it really your story?
for before you close the book,
if we just take a closer look...

we see nothing but pages,
marked by your sadness.
because your story...
it hasn't been written just yet.

a/n:
what's with me? my poems are seem confusing and... nonsense. hmm.

it's been a while! i missed you, femi's! how are you doing? it's summer! yay! :)

stay safe, y'all! ily! ❤