Burnt tongue
Hair grips
Sad laughs
Cracked lips
Painted fingers
Tired eyes
Fake smile
It's all lies.
Vision blurred
Eyes red
Muffled cries
Lies read
Yellow teeth
Broken kids
Empty bottles
Can lids
Tired looks
Sad mind
She's dying
Are you blind?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryThere is a small thread between truth and lies, between love and hate and between you and I. However, the thread can easily be broken; that's when life begins. I'm school, you read. You've spend hours reading 1,000 year old poems and studying author...
