"It wouldn't be that painful"
Or so I heard
"Things would change, just a little late"
All I keep saying,
Like a broken tape
How could you just be?
All I keep thinking
Are you really?
"I'm sorry"
I have to keep
Playing
YOU ARE READING
Petals That Prick
PoetryThe art of excruciating the life within to make else someone happy; That's what flowers master at, shine until they die. Ever wondered does that hurt, being vibrant and seemingly happy? Do not, it'll pain and those petals will prick (For better i...
