Liar,
if it were up
to me,
it would be more
than just your pants
on fire.
My trust
in you
has been burnt
to a crisp.
Nothing is left
but dust.
Liar,
you will have to
watch yourself
because
I've never been much
of a crier.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
