It's hard to argue when,
You won't stop making sense,
But my tongue still misbehaves,
And it keeps digging my own grave.
YOU ARE READING
My poems
RandomI will write my deepest, saddest thoughts here. Warning, you may cry, or scream, or tell someone you love them more then ever. But please don't be angry with me.
Tongue
It's hard to argue when,
You won't stop making sense,
But my tongue still misbehaves,
And it keeps digging my own grave.
