So you did wrong now you're the enemy.
So you throw it away and say fuck every memory.
You better figure out not a single thing is meant to be.
The path you walk is one you create.
The only thing that matters is how you live before you sleep.
Before you sleep permanently
But you'll only figure it out when you're six feet underneath.
'Cause that's what happens when you live to breathe.
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)
