You can say whatever
I don't care
I don't mind your thoughts
I just mind my own
Leave your poison out of the table
Don't want it on my drink
But you should try it
It can be good for you
You don't know me
Or my thoughts
So don't assume I will listen
It's not even my song
You should try it
Maybe you'll be able to sleep at night
Stop telling me what I should do
Do you
Because I don't care
Your poison is too dry for my palette
YOU ARE READING
if the skies were blue
Poesiawill you still remember me, the pouring rain and the empty bottles of wine. a small piece of art to devour slowly. hold my hand and let's walk the fields of poetry and vulnerability, as I show you a glimpse of my writing. (I know so cheesy lol)
