sometimes
i wonder
if my skin is made
of lies
i wonder
if you look close enough
can you see
all the broken honesty?
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
• my foundation is made of sand •
sometimes
i wonder
if my skin is made
of lies
i wonder
if you look close enough
can you see
all the broken honesty?
