The five minutes I stood
In the corner, confused
Rage my mood
But to say what I feel, will be called rude.
It's me,
Always me.
My fault.
My calls
Not ever yours,
I gave you options
You chose to choose mine
The one you didn't like.
YOU ARE READING
Live: A Poetry Collection
PoetryLive. Because life's too short. Laugh. Cherish every single moment. Love. Build your own forever. A poetry collection by Faith 2018 December onwards Note: GIFs aren't mine. Credits to their owners.
