its time to face the music
the curtains are falling
take your bows
say your thank yous
you're done?
good
now get the fuck off my stage
YOU ARE READING
flutter
Poetryhis cruel words were said without stutter as he left me alone without giving me the chance to even mutter so all i can do now is pick my torn apart heart out of the gutter as i spread my singed wings in the hopes to grasp the clouds as i flutter ⭐◾⭐...
