i
guess i
was right to
be afraid to believe
in you since everything
you said turned into lies
YOU ARE READING
The Lonely Hour
PoesíaNot everything rhymes Not everything has to Of all that is bright And what hides in darkness The loving The hiding The living The Binding It hurts us not To follow a purpose To quell our minds dullness And to find our own fullness. Of sentences Of...
The Believing II
i
guess i
was right to
be afraid to believe
in you since everything
you said turned into lies
