One smile,
one look of assurance that's all I needed.
That would have been just enough,
to know I wasn't alone,
to know they cared.
But I didn't get it,
they stood there,
watching me, along with the others.
The punches hurt less.
But there obliviousness,
was like a stab in the back.
YOU ARE READING
Life's like that.
RandomThere is a writer,a poet hidden in all of us. This book? It's just the work of one such writer. I may not have experienced it all, but yes I do know, I know how it feels. If you decide to give this book a chance. Thank you.
