Hey
Do you know
how much you can inflict in me,
oh-so-easily?
Do you know
how I cherish every feeling you leave,
because that's all I have?
Do you know
is it you, or me,
who is being ingenuous?
Do you know
it's you who make me write ****** poems,
in a language that's not my mother-tongue?
You don't
thank you for that,
and everything else.
Sometimes, ignorance really is the bliss.
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 6:16 AM UTC
Hey
Do you know
how much you can inflict in me,
oh-so-easily?
Do you know
how I cherish every feeling you leave,
because that's all I have?
Do you know
is it you, or me,
who is being ingenuous?
Do you know
it's you who make me write ****** poems,
in a language that's not my mother-tongue?
You don't
thank you for that,
and everything else.
Sometimes, ignorance really is the bliss.
heaven help me, pretty please.
