I wish I was
a pessimist
so I'd either be right
or turn positive
but here I am
taking it all
building an
invisible wall
how I feed you my lies
make you believe
yet I cry
if you say it
don't say it
what I made you believe
"she doesn't like-"
you don't know what you are to me
stop
YOU ARE READING
Talking heart
PoetryTransferring my thoughts in form of poetry. To understand myself, probably, maybe.
