180301
you are nothing but
a catastrophe
disguised as perfection
and I had my sanity ruined
by those sweet yet deadly words
that rolled off your tongue
as if they were nothing.
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
