What’s to feel, Think, Believe— Trust, Ignore, Forgive, Forget? My heart is not a toy, Not a weapon Nothing to be played with
By D ;6 years ago in Poets
I get this feeling way too often Flushed away and forgotten Or never really thought of like The reason the sky is blue or
I stay focused on the pain and hatred inside my own that I overlook that a lot have the same tone actually a higher pitch,