You plucked the strings to her heart,
making her believe your translucent lies.
She's broken; shattered,
like a glass plate upon the floor,
all because of you.
-m.r.
YOU ARE READING
Three Years Ahead
Poetrywritings of a peculiar teenage girl with an affinity for poetry vol. 1 [© 2015, ANNA MONROE. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.]
