Never thought it was possible
to feel it
as it came around
If you'd ever feel it, mean it
The confusion becoming an illusion
shattered pieces being so feel less
You never came, you never said
But I just waited for nothing at all
at first you gave me it all
but then you left
to one of your bitches in Los Angeles
YOU ARE READING
Skin Deep (Poems by Franceska Krence)
PoetryShe was the fire She was the rain She was a shelter In a raging hurricane
