I've always thought that love
is what I see in your eyes,
your sacrifice,
but I realized
you were eating lies
for breakfast.
YOU ARE READING
once upon a poetry
Poetryjust some stupid poetry and prose i wrote during late nights and rainy afternoons
lies for breakfast
I've always thought that love
is what I see in your eyes,
your sacrifice,
but I realized
you were eating lies
for breakfast.