Pretty Faced Girl Poem by Saad Qazi
Pretty Faced Girl
I glanced at her as she talked,
Not seeing her words but her eyes
And all that had stayed behind, locked
In our hurried good-byes
I wished her smile had told me more
Of the thoughts on her mind
But the smile she showed only wore
Veils to hide behind
We never see our stories take shape
But looking back can tell
Oh the lives we lived, mouths agape
And the lives we didn’t as well
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5/5/2024 4:33:36 AM # 1.0.0.1119
our stories taking shapes. I like the writing style. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.