4:08 pm
but let it a warning
on the day i die
when they find this poison
that i've swallowed down to hide
and
when they see the truth
the last thing on my mind
not all the gold in this world
could make things alright
YOU ARE READING
thinking in verse
Poetryeveryday thoughts turned into poetry (photo creds : https://i.pinimg.com/originals/0e/d7/81/0ed781f7602d4f81a5bf161c321179c0.jpg )
