Miss Believer with your pretty thoughts,
Now your mind is wrapped about what you are not.
Surrounded by petty schemes and clogged pipe dreams,
A child of the country with the burst seams.
Miss Believer with the failing smile,
A faulty expression by society made while,
A tumbling scream, abandoned by the stream,
A quiet murmur of miseries three.
A MisBeliever made of one who once believed.
YOU ARE READING
All the Notes I'll Never Leave
PoetryDark poetry from a dark mind. Enter only to see the world from upside down, backwards, and behind.
