The words poured out of his lips were
bullshit.
The smiles were all a lie.
A nasty smirk, i'll admit.
YOU ARE READING
To The World
Thơ ca"the inferno of words would be my demise if i did not express them." #501 in poetry #640 in poetry #689 in poetry #692 in poetry
B U L L S H I T
The words poured out of his lips were
bullshit.
The smiles were all a lie.
A nasty smirk, i'll admit.
