i can still remember the nights
when you would use your finger to trace
every inch of my face
you said i was beautiful
in every single way
you were always such a pretty liar
you would never admit what you truly desired
out in the light of day
you never wanted anyone to see
you didn't want anyone to know
you loved me
YOU ARE READING
too late
Poetryjust a bunch of stuff i write when life's not so great. feel free to comment:)
