Nothing more than space between your ears
Your disguise
Changing your nose, your lips, your eyes
Yet, your breath still stinks
Of the starchy scent of your lies
Nothing more than plastic
Fake
An imposter
No flavour, no life, no taste
Yet not easily replaced
You thought, you held a part of me
But there is a heart in me
And there is no need to replace
A toy you've out grown
YOU ARE READING
Spilled Tea
PoésiePoetry written on the daily life of a teenage girl. Feb. 23, 2019 - #2 in #welding Feb. 25, 2019 - #1 in #welding April 8, 2019 - #207 in #afraid April 15, 2019 - #192 in #alone June 17, 2019 - #84 in #growingup June 17, 2019 - #94 in #goodbye June...
