I always get lost in your sugar-coated words
Naive was I, you keep me running in circles
Never knowing they were only riddles
YOU ARE READING
Naive Girl
PoetrySitting on the bench Thinking about what we used to be And hopelessly imagining What we could have been Completed.
Riddles
I always get lost in your sugar-coated words
Naive was I, you keep me running in circles
Never knowing they were only riddles