I don't know you
Doll like face
Wannabe dreamy eyes
I write in my book
The stories that came true
And you laugh with your friends
While I turn blue
Never looking back your shoulders
But I know you think of me sometimes
You do know me
If they gave a knife
You'll stab me for the thrill
I'm the savoir that you kill
They all think they so out of the world
The effortless
The great
The spark
The Fake
YOU ARE READING
Follow the dying
Poetry"I cried over dreams I thought were real." { HR:- #14 } Copyright © thetaniatariq2017 #1 - sadteen ~ all poems are mine.
