I know you're hurt
But what you did to me
Is so much worse.
YOU ARE READING
Pastel Yellow
PoetryI'm not so sure How are you able to see Through those thick-rimmed Glasses of yours To think that someone like Is pretty enough To be yours. What have I done For the Great King to Give me the most precious Reward I could ever acquire. ...
T h e H u r t i n g
I know you're hurt
But what you did to me
Is so much worse.
