No love for the freak that had desire
A flower of envy
Not one, could admire
Though light could bend, live, and turn
This shadow stays behind
Another to learn
These tattered wings that you call great
Will cause disruption
You'll learn to hate
YOU ARE READING
Pointless Always
PoetryShort little poems about me. They won't make you feel any better about any issues you yourself have, mind you. However, you could possibly relate. Enjoy. I love you all.
