eyes
as bright as the sun
as sharp as the tip
of the knife
that drags across my skin
to make me bleed.my eyes
as dull as the concrete
that i fell on today
when everyone laughed
and called me names,but i looked up
to you
and saw you
laughing too.
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secret poet. {book 2 | sadness and heartbreak}
Romanceto the heartbroken. (ASTRICTS NEXT TO TITLE MEANS TRIGGER WARNING**)