Black and white
Right and wrong
Yes and no
How do we know what to follow
We go with the flow
With what others tell us to do
Even if that hurts our morals
What if
For one moment
One solitary second
We did what we wanted
What we thought was right
Maybe
Just maybe
We would be seen
We would be noticed
And we would finally get the
Spotlight that
WE deserve
And that we have worked for
YOU ARE READING
Love letters, Hurt poems
AcakCredit for my amazing cover to @SLKeys Ok so dont kill me. This book is kinda bipolar. I write when I am sad, feeling lose, lusting, in love, being happy, nervous, or basically any other feeling.
