Why was it so facile to you?
To make me askew?
You decamped me
I wish I knew.
I fall for your words
And you watched me just fall
Though it's bothering my soul
And look like a foul,
But I still act like it's cool.
YOU ARE READING
The unsaid poems
Poezie" it takes a pen, paper and a lot of heartaches for you to feel your pain and soul collide." xyz
