I was going through a phase,
While running a race,
With my enemy,
Singing the same Melody,
Everyday,
Hitting my head on the table,
And trying to cut through the cables,
Always felt despised,
I never show my emotions,
I didn't want to seem weak,
In my enemy's eyes,
But your words cut me deep,
Deeper than a blade could ever go.
YOU ARE READING
𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦
Poetryjust a bunch of poems. it might not be real poetry but I tried my best. so enjoy. 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 : 𝙳𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢
