With judging eyes,
We pierce the skin,
Of those thought
Untolerable and bounded.
Confounded through our ignorance,
We slept through the storm,
In hopes of being left
Unscathed,
And with no guilt.
But now we are the ones
Who have the marks
To show for it.
YOU ARE READING
Froot Loops @ Midnight
PoesiaI don't know why I care about your thoughts so much. Who the hell cares why you're up at three in the morning?
