i love you
i love you not
we hide our feelings
we hide our fears
let the hate control us
until it's too late
the hate has stuck
wove deep in our hearts
who are we now?
when did this start?
YOU ARE READING
pretty mask of lies
Poetrynot everything is as they may seem; the first look deceives many or in other words, shit poetry I write when I'm sad (cover photo isn't mine)
