sip of my drink,
see what I think,
it's black not pink,
dark with no hope..
try to make it stop
see if you can cope.
you're tired? already?
I'm disappointed, barely.
you seemed different, well, fairly
you were promising, just kidding.
Wearing fancy pants, and elegant clothes
clearly you weren't a prince, join the frogs
YOU ARE READING
The Voice of My Silence
PoetryThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
