now sometimes i think
should've listened to the
whispers behind my back
and should've never
ignored the excuses you made
but love is blind
so was mine
overlooked the mistakes
you made
comments you passed
i was naive
to your art
and you painted a perfect
mural of your play.
YOU ARE READING
Towards Healing
PoetryWhere she writes about hurt,love, pain and healing? A beautiful spiral of her various emotions.
