You say bad times just make people strong
..
But then where does the innocence in
them then belongs?
..
You say you can't see tears in my eyes
..
But then where does your pain,
Your love,
Your care
Except in my eyes belong?
..
You say you like when I ignore you in anger
..
But then where does the supposed to happy moments are meant to belong?
..
Where and when will I know
If your heart is somewhere I belong
I have been waiting for so long
......
I have been waiting for so long
YOU ARE READING
Being Veridical
PoetryJolly wasn't feeling like herself anymore.. She wanted to escape herself. She did everything to please herself.. And then she opened up wattapad.. And just started writing it all out. That's all in it. Being veridical is being real.
