After that disaster
After that months of crying
No one will ever make me what I used to be
A happy-go-lucky kid, a flowery tree
Now you'll see me like a rust old stop sign
That silent flurry and thoughts of fury
My silent lips and numb aura
Eyes of mine will speak it all
If you attempt to see
If you care to see
YOU ARE READING
fit in fifteen
PoetryThe happiness we share is small But the memories will live in me for aeons We're just congenial and normal What could possibly go wrong?
