You are the traitor,
That lied.
You are the wicked man,
That showed evils.
You are the demon,
That can't stop to invade my dreams.
You are the joker,
That played a tricks on me.
I was the laughing stock of the day.
YOU ARE READING
b l u e b e r r y ✔
Poetry#poetry_1 The peel of a blueberry is tasteless but what matters is sweetness of the inside.
