Nov 2020
My heart, her open palm.
Blinded by self hatred.
A fool who played me, no alarm.
Future never looked so sacred.
One blank stare.
One fake smile.
Left feeling...
She was never there.
Blinded by self hatred.
A fool who played me, no alarm.
Future never looked so sacred.
One blank stare.
One fake smile.
Left feeling...
She was never there.
Blinded by your own issues... you forget to notice the ones with others.
