Jul 2021
Your hate is strong,
Lie littered little girl.
With you, turns good wrong,
I grow stronger alone.
Lie littered little girl.
With you, turns good wrong,
I grow stronger alone.
This is supposed to be a counter to my poem Crush. It’s an awaken and realisation that “false love” and crushes only distort what’s true. This is supposed to be the “truth”.
