you say you're i n n o c e n t,
give homeless men,
more than they d e s e r v e.
your heart is g o l d,
shiny bright gold.
you say you don't need l o v e,
no,
not anymore.
you say everyone need a second c h a n c e,
or maybe they just need a little c h a n g e.
but despite all that,
you still leave me a l o n e,
to d i e,
on the cold floor,
h o p e l e s s,
h e l p l e s s,
and you say your heart is pure g o l d.
YOU ARE READING
monsters.
Acak❝When we grow, we stop searching the monsters under the bed, instead, we search in our heads.❞ [other #161-10/25/13 ● spiritual #81 -01-27-14]
