Yes, I'm changed. No, you changed me.
I don't laugh with my eyes closed anymore,
I smirk with a devilish stare.
I don't give out my everything,
I take everything I want.
I don't make friends,
I make Colleagues,Associates and Money.
I don't read romantic novels,
Crime thrillers and facts are my fare.
I don't cry anymore,
I take revenge, with calculated care.
You blame me for my change?
Think again, you changed me.
I was a beautiful scenery,
Accessible to all, in a dining hall.
A pleasant view, a gentle delight.
But now I'm a masterpiece,
In a museum, reserved and grand.
A work of art you can't afford.
YOU ARE READING
A Promise for Tomorrow
PoesiaShe Burned Herself to Show him the Love, For him it was Just a Light To see the path, She didn't realize it Until she Burned down to Ashes Let me know what you think about my writings in the comments... Let me know your opinions and pov
