I know you want me to break
But in such a cruel way.
Break not how a butterfly flys away.
In a way where I'm looking back and running away and looking for shattered hope throughout the forest.
It's sad to know a person can be so evil inside...

YOU ARE READING
The Hidden Hours
Non-FictionPoems from a heart that is broken from pretty lies.....
~I know~
I know you want me to break
But in such a cruel way.
Break not how a butterfly flys away.
In a way where I'm looking back and running away and looking for shattered hope throughout the forest.
It's sad to know a person can be so evil inside...