he told me to open my eyes
i told him my brain said he's full of lies
he told me an apple is an apple always
i told him that apples rot after four days
he told me that he cares and loves me
i told him lying is a dish best served free
YOU ARE READING
Gypsy
Poetrya poetry collection "Gypsy souls aren't meant to stay in one place; they're meant to wander. I got tired, bored, and depressed in the place that I was at. Change was the only option. So I packed up my soul in a suitcase and left."
