Poisoned reality
Can you see what I see?
Crime and poverty
Left and right
Can't you see that
Nothing's alright?
You swore to stay
I promised I'd never leave
It seems
That promises
Are the one thing
We can't keep.
YOU ARE READING
The Drabbles of a Young Mind
PoetryPoems made during fits of passion, or you know, whenever it is that inspiration decides to hit.
