rotten
it was their praises.
it was their acknowledgments.
it was their appreciations.
i thought i am doing great.
i thought i am planting the right fruit.
but when i taste it myself,
i proved that people had been
lying to me since day one.
i verified it myself by tasting
how rotten my fruit gotten into.
YOU ARE READING
a writer's tear can write a book
Poetry". . . but if being sad is the only way to make myself write then i would gladly volunteer to be obliterated." genre: poetry // english
