Darkest blues,
blackest hues.
My mistake was to put my faith in man,
Some were fake to empathize, not that I demand.
I am hurt,
I don't even want to lurk.
You think it's all about love?
Of course that's why I sob.
It's about friendship,
a sinking ship.
They mean to me,
but I don't mean probably.
YOU ARE READING
scattered thoughts
PoetryExcerpts from a book I'll probably never write. Unfiltered and scattered poems.
