Will they cry?
I've thought of looking behind
Turning my head to take a peep
Will there be tears on my grave
Will the sky cry for me
Will they remember me for who I was
What I did when I was there
I wonder every second as I walk to the end
Will I turn back and see them
Will they cry?
My Eyes
Do you see what I see?
The lies floating around
The smirks they have one their face
That's all they know how to ace
The glares hidden from sight
And the fake smiles so bright
Are you sure you're seeing it right?
YOU ARE READING
Bottomless Pit
PoetryThis is a book of short poems that I occasionally write. They don't really have a specific type, just random emotions that I feel are portrayed here.
