promises run down my cheek
in the form of tears
but they aren't my empty words
they are the ones
you said, and then
simply ignored
YOU ARE READING
the root of compassion
Poetryoften, the bird who sings the loveliest song is the one who has never felt lovely *** a book featuring poetry about my stuggles and the feelings i can not fathom into understandble words
manipulation
promises run down my cheek
in the form of tears
but they aren't my empty words
they are the ones
you said, and then
simply ignored
