Sometimes I wonder
Was I the last check on your list
Was I the puppet to your strings
Was I something you played with for a while then threw away
Was I just an object to you?
-if so, congrats you played me like the strings of your damn guitar
YOU ARE READING
You Are Everything
PoetryA collection of poems for the over thinkers, hopeless romantics, and beautiful souls. May these reach you and help you in any way possible.
