She chose me like a book is chosen in a library. I do not know if she chose me for the title, the spine, the cover, the typography or because of my location among other books. I don’t know what kind of text I was for her.
Nothing terrifies me more than being so close to someone and then watching them become a stranger again. You couldn’t read my words, you couldn’t really understand my sentences, you couldn’t understand why I paused after a certain sentence or why I ended a sentence with an exclamation mark rather than a full stop. YouContinue reading “I was an open book but still you couldn’t read!”
He pulled her closeIn a corner,His hands held herTighter,Their words came outIn a whisper. Keep it lowNobody should know.You blurred the unfaithful line,Scandal must not shine. Every virtue he has,Seems like he can read minds,Faithful she! Would be his partnerIn his perfect crimes. © Shuhab Abro