Dark brown hair
a girl stands alone
on top of the world
The story stays the same
the face fade in and out away
Every Time is a dish
tonight you served pessimism
I thought you would like it
guess i should have know thought when
you asked the waiter why your glass was only half full
So heres the news flash for ya kid that second half you got to fill your self
Fill it with Love, Promises, and Bonds
the kind a things that last beyond the grave
so that next time the story can change.
YOU ARE READING
Paper Moon poetry
PoezjaLet these words be my confession And you be my priest offer me forgiveness in the form of a read
