Jul 2019
The moss in your eyes,
Sees through all my lies
I’m terrified of letting you in.
Don’t know where to begin.
I wanted this to be a happy poem.
But I'm too broken.
Sees through all my lies
I’m terrified of letting you in.
Don’t know where to begin.
I wanted this to be a happy poem.
But I'm too broken.
This is a pretty bad one.
