don't ever tell me what you think i want to hear,
only ever tell me what you know you want to say.
YOU ARE READING
n.i.m.b.u.s.
Poetrywords that pour from the veins of the sky. a collection of joyous, soul-crushing melodies, set to the tune of the desert-seaside breeze. //#539 in Poetry [2016.07.10]
speak (ii)
don't ever tell me what you think i want to hear,
only ever tell me what you know you want to say.
