realization.
I'm sorry for my rustling and whoosing lies
I can't help but to cry when I stare in your eyes
Now, after taking eons finally I realize
That never I once been sweet and niceI always show my dark side in you
But you only care with my light side even they're few
Looking at you is such a nice view
I promise I never look for another newOnce again, I'm so sorry my dear
For my sin that can't compare as mere
I start to stand and overcome my fear
For you my lovely and selfless my mother dear.
YOU ARE READING
all about my bullshit
Short Storyme, being (trying-hard to be) a know-it-all person.