Our story is not one of
bamboo shoots, hopeful and giving
hope in its growing. Neither is it
a collage of picture-perfect moments,
glossy and aesthetically pleasing
to the eyes. Your eyes.
Our story is one of
bullets and guns, of backstabbing
and schemes. It is a game
of cheat, of me trying to see through
your lies and wearing my heart on my sleeve
for daws to peck at while you, the Pokerface,
finish me off without a single blink.
YOU ARE READING
From the bottom of my heart
Poetrymy homemade poetry #94 in poetry on 17 Dec 2015, 10am #33 in poetry on 31 Dec 2015, 12.36pm #12 in poetry on 17 Jan 2016, 11.58pm All rights reserved © Cover designed by @dcrktimes
