throw me under the bus,
like you do with broken toys,
you tell me 'don't make a fuss'
even after I'm bruised
YOU ARE READING
weightless
Şiirlate night thoughts and evening hopes, bottled emotions that I'm too afraid to show. compilation of poetry. [lowercase intended]
H U R T
throw me under the bus,
like you do with broken toys,
you tell me 'don't make a fuss'
even after I'm bruised
