" I don't really care, what you want me to be, what you want me to wear,
I am not aiming to be the subject of people's glares. "
I went so far till it noticed where is my safe place,
It's a playing game,
I say, It's okay,
so I lay down on your chest,
you kinda enjoyed that case.
How foolish of me trying to write you a poetry,
That just gets romantic in my mind's fantasy.
And I know it's a happy Saturday night,
I just wanna be as free as a kite.
I hate spending days alone,
Aching to get the tender kisses I adore.
you're a harmless drug,
But it's sad,
to you i don't even get to be loved, I don't get to be compared to an ugly frog.
my last words cleared out many sense,
It's not anymore the " ugly " word making me tense.
YOU ARE READING
the nowhere of believers.
PoetryThis book speaks to people who suffered from the lovely little things, The little things that may slowly destroy us, wether it's before, now, or after. And keep us numb, instead of ignoring all the strength we could have inside. to people w...
