I should've realized,
You're like an onion.
Layers upon layers
Stinging the eyes when
someone cuts you.
Making them cry,
when they hurt you.
You have fought,
and even after
getting fried in deep oil,
you still spread
the delicious taste in the
food they used you to make.
You probably should realize,
that I'm an onion too!
YOU ARE READING
Anoesis|| words to no one
Поэзия;a state of mind consisting of pure sensation or emotion without cognitive content Heya folks!! Welcome to dive into the chaotic world called my mind, which produces these thoughts and emotions written in the form of short paragraphs of people. An...
