Make an excuse.
The games, look and emphasise.
An excuse.
The curse - the lie.
It was perfectly normal.
She knew before, she found a tangled. . . you.
Oh forget it.
Though now I've told you it was me.
What?!
The frame.
Whatever for?
For what!?
You know...
To cry.
Don't cry...
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Thoughts
Poesia-I hate how I'm still here- -staring at the stars littering the sky- -watch how differently they treat us- -love is possible but it's so hard to find- -don't trust the voice in your head- "these are my midnight thoughts, I write them down and re...
