I look into your eyes that I once called home but you're not even there. They are completely soul less so I guess now I'm homeless. Do you even care?
YOU ARE READING
Babies Born Broken
Poetryliving life through my broken brown eyes eyes perceived through my messy words.
Homeless
I look into your eyes that I once called home but you're not even there. They are completely soul less so I guess now I'm homeless. Do you even care?
