WHENEVER I LOOK AT YOU
I SEEM TO HAVE FOUND MY
HOME IN YOUR EYES
BUT THEN I THINK ABOUT
EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE,
ALL OF THE LIES
I START TO SEE THE REAL YOU
AND AFTER A WHILE I REALIZE
YOU NEVER WANTED ME AT ALL
AND MY LOVE FOR YOU
SLOWLY DIES.
~ PINK // July 2014
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Our Little Tragedies
PoetryThis is my poetry, starting from July 2014. I write about my life and desires and how I see the world. My pen name is PINK. Feel free to point out any typos. Enjoy :)
