The cliff ledge sings,
oh it says come here and I'll bring.
Bring what I reply,
"A thousand tiny lies"
What are they she screamed,
"That they miss you and you mean"
So go ahead they don't care,
if they did you wouldn't be there.
YOU ARE READING
A shout of quite poems
PoetryExpressed feelings that I've put into some thing. All poems are my own.
