all the things
your fingers typed
your mind told you
your lips slipped
your eyes insisted
your hands bled out
...
were they true?
YOU ARE READING
the morning after
Poesíaand everything changes the morning after, right? // highest rank - #108 in poetry
"lies"
all the things
your fingers typed
your mind told you
your lips slipped
your eyes insisted
your hands bled out
...
were they true?
