The tree sway gracefully
The birds chirp in a melody
As you and I drift away
I thought you loved me
But I guess I was naive
As you where too
Then as I see you
I wonder
"What happened?"
What happened to you
You were so gentle
Like cotten
Now your harsh
As the gravel beneath you
YOU ARE READING
❞The Art Of Pain❞ ➵ {Poetry}
Poésie❝The art of pain is as beautiful as rose petals and yet as painful as the thorns to accept it is as accepting being pulled apart piece by piece and still living❞ ((Trigger warning, some mention of self harm))
