Underneath
They whisper sweet nothings in our ears
Promising hope with empty cheers
But underneath, their true intent
Is to pocket the money and spend
Oh, their lies, they say it freely
So be aware and don't be so silly
Because the words they tell
Is nothing but an empty shell
YOU ARE READING
My Heart Bleeds Ink
PoetryA collection of poems is like a tile in the mosaic, each tile contains its own unique story and imagery, when you put it all together, they create a beautiful image, full of meaning and emotion.
