Mar 6
You tease and torment,
Bright colors, bold text,
Happy faces and welcoming arms.
You liar and schemer.
Draw me close, cradle my memories.
Your evil intentions clawing in the crevices,
Stripping my understanding;
Into prize ribbons,
Displayed as banners to entertain.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry For The Lost People
Poetry365 observations and comments about society, life and love throughout 2022. Come with me on my journey day by day, as I write what I've always wanted to say. There is no method or planning, just thoughts and perceptions about the way of the world. A...
