You didn't say hi when you passed
Lately I've come second to last
You tell me that I should just trust you
But the glare you send says I disgust you
So many layers to your plan
Shouldn't have looked back as I ran
Just let me out of your grasp
Cos lately I'm second to last.
YOU ARE READING
Cold Surroundings
PoetryAnother book of poetry, maybe slightly more descriptive than the previous one, "A Dark Thought".
