Fleeting gazes, pretty lies
We're too caught up in this theatricality
You jeer and despise
Then behind closed doors, worship my body
Ocean waves crashing, the limestone's eroding
Our memories fading
The pressure, suffocating
Our mighty castle, left in ruins
You let them burn our eternal glee
YOU ARE READING
𝙻𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚕𝚎.
Poetry// (n.) a hiding place; a place of safety and comfort. POV of a boy/girl/non-b
