High collars,
shiny shoes.
Bitter tongue and filthy mood.
Pushing everyone and shoving, if needed
Never understanding what you are for real.
All you want to do is sit alone
and let the society of 'Magnificents'
Bite you.
Boom. Bang. There goes a punch to your soul, you don't belong here anymore.
from us, the Magnificents.
YOU ARE READING
Not Seen, But Heard
PoetryFew collections of short poems. Themes mostly revolve around betrayal, love, letting go, and some others of the same sort. The wonderful cover is made by a even wonderful person, Nova.
