My favorite sweater is tearing at the seams
You pulled too hard when all you truly wanted was release
sprawled around the wood floor
hoping for brown as you tell me you're all good now
I want to drink up your lies
I do
I do,
But is been seventy-one times and I've got a cab waiting outside
"If you leave me I might just die!"
And I believe you because strength was always your issue,
So I pick the glass,
clean you up,
lay you down just to build myself up
I write another line about how we both will never stop
I hear the flaring honk but like always I just close the door.
YOU ARE READING
FACELESS
Non-FictionCome along and live many lives. The Faceless have laid their secrets just for you; their stories and conversations filled with life drip from the pages; guard this book close to your heart, for your secrets might be on it too.
