one time, i thought
it was our story
me and only you
but, but, she came—
she came to your life
so "our story" is just a lie
i thought i'm the star,
star of your world;
your hands on me
and saying one-four-three
it turns out i wasn't,
i'm a antagonist..
YOU ARE READING
ripple
Poesía[ ripple » a small wave ] welcome to the hopeless world of jillian. tell me immediately if my grammar is wrong, let's correct my mistakes (: highest ranking 346 in Poetry as of 4th of August [ completed | toosdays | 2017 ]
