You stabbed a stake right into my back
And as it just punctured my lungs
I could do nothing but laugh
At how foolish I was
To think
For even the slightest second
To think you were better than that
- you always seem to prove me wrong
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.
