don't let her drown
that's what they said
so why did she end up hanging by a thread?
did she see through all of the facades,
or was she simply tired of playing games?
YOU ARE READING
Feeling Indigo, how about you?
PoetryJust a thing for random stuff that sometimes go through my head. I think most of these are my failure attempts at a poem but I can't really write anyway.
