Well beneath my sarcasm
My hatred for the world
There is a different story waiting
Waiting to be told
For I am made of poetry
Of sunsets
And the moon
Of summer rain
And chocolate smell
And nights that end too soon
It's hidden well
It's out of sight
It's on you to find the key
For my fragile little world,
My dear,
Is not for everyone, you see?
Apr 2, 2020
Apr 2, 2020 at 4:03 AM UTC
Well beneath my sarcasm
My hatred for the world
There is a different story waiting
Waiting to be told
For I am made of poetry
Of sunsets
And the moon
Of summer rain
And chocolate smell
And nights that end too soon
It's hidden well
It's out of sight
It's on you to find the key
For my fragile little world,
My dear,
Is not for everyone, you see?
