Unfree, but an illusion
I smile as pieces of me return
And with it, I'm lost in confusion
Maybe that why I wanted old me to burn
Because with her, I'm lost
I miss her, yet I hate her
Blowing life into tender lips that speak no words with any cost
When am I going to learn?
YOU ARE READING
Little Light
PoetryHere is a small little book of poems, mostly dedicated to a certain person. :^) Edit: I don't know why the FUCK I entered this in the wattys tbh. Guess in bored
