I hate you for what you did
But I liked you more just like those days
Pretty little white lies
Actions that will make me bleed
You lies but I loved
You'll left but I will always cared
Words full of rust
But still I believed
You broke every piece of me
But I guess I drowned from your promises
It became a wine-dark seas
You made me hate myself
YOU ARE READING
Echoes Of The Dead Poets
Poetry"Dark inks on dark secrets, full of wonders and ends, thoughts of the night of murky life." ©cover not mine
