Sometimes all I do is look at the ceiling,
Then think of words,
And then connect them with you.
For example,
"Hurt" came to me,
It hurts.
Cause you never really told me why.
When "Lie" did,
You made up a lie.
Now you believe em too.
"Promise"
You promised.
Cause they were meant to be broken.
"Love"
I did.
But you were superficial.
YOU ARE READING
I Wrote It All For Me
PoetryPoems. For myself, of my moods, my life, just me and my feelings. Most of them are fictious (or are they?). I'll leave it to you readers, let your imagination wander.
