Window is the face to one’s heart
If that is true why face is a mask
Never letting anyone know what’s brewing inside
Dark thoughts camouflaged by a sweet smile
Only the person knows what lies behind the
Window that nobody knows is open or closed
Such is the mystery of our daily life
Windows to my heart
Is open to all
Nothing to hide
Darkness does not reside
Only if I would have known
What is the secret to win my
Sweetheart’s soul
Week 24 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”
Write anything Wednesday July-13-2016
Fleeting Muse 