i think at the end of the day
we break our own hearts
with hopeful expectations
and reckless attachments
YOU ARE READING
When the Leaves Fall Off
PoésieI am not a poet, I'm just very angry. This is all the emotion I've kept inside for so long. This is me behind the masks. This is me when the leaves fall off.
truth
i think at the end of the day
we break our own hearts
with hopeful expectations
and reckless attachments
