dont lie
i wont lie
butterflies die
and so does santa clause.
trees grow roots
deeper than any bruise
but soon enough they're cut.
life is so short
barely born, then youre told
youre not good enough.
so take a deep breath
might enjoy before your death
do what you really want.
YOU ARE READING
run out
Poetrythoughts that live in my mind. i call them to come downstairs and ask them to tell me how they are. they are in their rooms most of the time really. but i need them to talk. if they dont they'll explode. and i cant afford more 'out of range' rooms i...
