Paint a work of tragedy,
Watch the world fall to my feet,
It still won't be enough for me.
YOU ARE READING
Honesty Hour
PoetryI'm a liar. A dirty, dirty, secretive liar. The only honesty about me is shown through my writing. (yes the cover is a selfie I don't know how to do covers I'll change it later)
Admission 3
Paint a work of tragedy,
Watch the world fall to my feet,
It still won't be enough for me.
