4/24/15
Little lies are like fireflies
illuminating your wrongs
and silencing your cries
they fill the vast night
like little spies
finding out what you did
to deserve my despise
YOU ARE READING
In Bloom
Poetry"He's the one who likes all our pretty songs and he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun but he knows not what it means" -Nirvana, In Bloom (Donnie)
