Cry.
Lie.
Die.
We do all of this,
and more.
Even when we're alive no longer.
Cry.
Lie.
Die.
Wish that I'd stop,
But I can't;
I'm a disappointment and a drop.
Cry.
Lie.
Die.
You do, too,
You know.
It shows like a glow.
YOU ARE READING
Book of Poetry
PoetryThis book of poems were created by my best friend from school, she asked me not to say her name :P ... She is SUPER good and I asked her if I could put her poems on here so ... Here they are! I hope you enjoy! :)