you love seeing me fly
you love clapping ur hands
you love attending awarding ceremonies
you love boasting to everyone i am ur friend
only when i am at my peak
where were u when i tripped down
where were u when i lose battles
where were u when i've been stabbed?
where were u when they burn me down?
u r too busy drinkin ur tea
YOU ARE READING
a writer's tear can write a book
Poesie". . . but if being sad is the only way to make myself write then i would gladly volunteer to be obliterated." genre: poetry // english
