I used to look at you with wonder and amazement. now when I look into those seemingly angelic eyes, all I see are the hopeless souls you've taken in and spat back out. instead of well-watered flowers, I see dry riverbeds and petals browned with age. I wish I could see you the way I used to,
(because let's face it- it's always easier to understand the lie)
but at the same time I'm glad my eyes have been opened to this newfound disgrace. If I hadn't been so careful, I would've become one of those hopeless souls, too.
YOU ARE READING
SOFTIE
Poetrysure, my heart is fragile, but my mind is strong. sure, I talk quietly, but I will stand for what I think is right. sure, I'm a softie, but there's bravery in being soft.
