you can't be that clueless
you do realize that I can see through them
Those fake excuses
The lies you say through your teeth
I'm not that oblivious
I see them
Do you not hear yourself?
You've gone mad
With the dirty little excuses
That will consume you until the end
YOU ARE READING
surviving the storm
PoesíaA collection of poems meant to soothe and release the pain from the rainy days
