Faces. My strangest obsession.
Words. To fuel my confession.
Why? The most painful of questions.
And aching; for not learning my lesson.
Smiles. The queens of deception.
Betrayal. The result of their actions.
Heartbreak. The saddest of fractions.
And love…
My one, fatal distraction.
YOU ARE READING
The Inner Workings of a Happy Girl
PoetryJust some poetry, I suppose. By me...a happy girl.