Me tolerating it,
Doesn't make it fine.
I don't say anything.
That doesn't make you right.
It is my right to feel beautiful,
Who gave you the right to take it away?
YOU ARE READING
Broken Hearts And Red Roses
PoetryLoud words from a mind with thoughts capable of making even the oceans overflow.
1
Me tolerating it,
Doesn't make it fine.
I don't say anything.
That doesn't make you right.
It is my right to feel beautiful,
Who gave you the right to take it away?
