Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Feb 2020
I liked you better when I didn’t know you.

Your lies are made of glass.
I know you’re hoping that we’ll last.

Love,
the past is in the past.

Look
Into my eyes.

Tell me,
we won’t crash.
Sin
Written by
Sin  24/F/Seattle
(24/F/Seattle)   
82
     Perry and Bogdan Dragos
Please log in to view and add comments on poems