arrogant and self-centred with a smile on your face
now might be a good time to pick up your pace
i don't give a shit about your tiny little cares
because the skeletons in my closet love to catch me unawares
somehow i worked it out, that people don't see
and why would they try, when it's someone like me?
they rarely see because they never look
the girl with hair in her eyes, hidden behind a book
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Thơ cai won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
