the pain, it never stops
just like the way it never shows,
the secrets which i keep locked inside,
for you,
mine were always exposed.
what can't be seen is mine,
my being folded into sudden lies,
"you're crazy," she said, uninterested eyes,
my response, "it's about time."
- a.c.
YOU ARE READING
aRt
Poetryhi, i am here in more ways than one. i am here as me and no one else. i am here to write and express. enjoy.
