broken hearts to you must be currency.
the way you clutch them in your
desperate, callus-covered hands; mouth
open like a ravaged, starving dog.
so.
are you rich yet?
YOU ARE READING
sad poetry
Poezjapoetry about depression, etc. "the biggest lies, of all that are spoken, are the ones that cover up what's broken" - me
valuable.
broken hearts to you must be currency.
the way you clutch them in your
desperate, callus-covered hands; mouth
open like a ravaged, starving dog.
so.
are you rich yet?
