How
Foolish I
Was to believe
That you wouldn't lie
To me like everyone else
YOU ARE READING
The Lonely Hour
PuisiNot 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...
white lies
How
Foolish I
Was to believe
That you wouldn't lie
To me like everyone else
