The sweet taste of love and care
I eat every last drop
Im full
I dont even give the scraps
Im full
The plate i give is empty
But im still full.
The bitter taste of hatred and cruelty
I eat every last drop
Im starving
I ask for just scraps
Im still starving
The plate i give is full
But im still starving
YOU ARE READING
hunger
Poetryplease do not hate on any of my poems but do give constructive criticism <3
