I scribble words on a notebook but they all go unnoticed
But that's my way of being honest
It won't do you any good hiding in a closet
Ivory-tainted yet deep down it has fainted
Tell me, did they tell you would eventually end up bruised?
All of my books carry at heart a coffee stain
And i guess my anxiety is to blame.
I sigh in disdain.
All my tears are dry upon my cheek
So please don't pursue to critique
If you knew i was tearing myself apart every night
Would you help me with it with all your might?
Show your hate and let's drag down this fool
She's been used for too long, she has now become a brand new tool.
YOU ARE READING
Torn Thoughts...✅
PoetryA group of poems and thoughts which I translated through a pen or in this case, through words on a screen :) In other words, I am inviting you to take a peek at my mind and what runs through it. You're free to stay as long as you like.<3 P.S: I DON'...
