I remember when,
The wind still grazed our fate.
We were head over heels,
When you betrayed me again.
I was bitter,
I was stupid,
And well, shit hit the wind.
And even in the heat,
I wear these long sleeves,
To hide the fact I'm bleeding.
I know the scars won't fade,
It's just a lie I've made,
To hide the pain inside.
I guess I'm lying,
If I don't admit.
So lie I may,
But no, I'm not okay.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryI suppose a poetry book wouldn't hurt. I mean, there's a lot out there. Oh well.
