180219
lies.
how easy do they roll off my tongue
disguised as pretence
a pretence that doesn't deserve your trust
a trust being held on for dear life
what if it's a rope that will hang you
when you finally know the truth?
YOU ARE READING
Wishful Thinker
Poetry/wɪʃfʊl θɪŋkə/ . of the unreachable dreams . "you don't understand me, you never do you never see words the way I always do now I will bombard you with words see if you will ever be lost for words" started : 180219 ended : 181205
