Tired
It's like this pain was hired
I never meant to throw my desires But it's all for the liars
It's all gone
Liars and killers
Both standing on the same pillars Reflecting of the same mirrors
I still can't comprehend
Was that really a friend?
Lost to no end
I'm looking to amend
But really, what's left?
I'm the product of theft
YOU ARE READING
Heart on the Moon
PoetryNothing. Just poetry. Words on a screen. Don't try and understand. Just feel it.
