i'm not doing it for attention
but i figured at least someone would pay attention
it's like my own little diary
you'll walk pass it on the floor one day
and not even get curious enough to open it
since it belongs to me
secrets aren't useful when you're dead
YOU ARE READING
lowercase • poetry
Poezjaa collection of poems i made throughout my teenage years and every moment i felt with the boy i thought i once gave my heart to. • • • • previously known as blurry eyes
