the words he whispered
were not his own
they were plagiarized
from the very same words
i spoke to him
just the night before.
this boy does not care about me.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrypoetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words -robert frost. all poems are mine unless stated otherwise. just thought i'd give someone a taste of my mind. #4 in ode
