The truth beneath the emptiness of your words.
They start speaking in all honesty yet sound so tricky.
Without any awareness I listen, so closely but found no answer.
How can I refuse something so ballistic that leaves me no avail.
How can you?
-gc
[turmoil]
written august 21th, 2017
YOU ARE READING
august.
Poetry4 weeks, equal 31 days, equal 744 hours, equal 44,640 minutes, equal 2,678,400 seconds, equal 1 month. aloha, august ----- i write one poetry everyday until the end of august :) lowercase intended! ;) copyright @ghxxna cover by @ghxxna
