She was a poem,
but, sadly, he couldn't read.
She gave her all,
but, he couldn't see it.
She begged for love,
when all she needed was reassurance.
She questioned her self-worth,
when all she wanted was to feel enough.
He couldn't see it all,
he didn't look closely enough.
Little did he know,
she masked her pain,
she hid it all.
She faked a smile,
and pretending nothing's wrong.
She stayed up all night,
wondering what has she ever done wrong.
YOU ARE READING
She Was a Poem, But Sadly, He Couldn't Read
Poetrya book made for the broken souls. a book made for the ones that are healing. a book made for the ones finding and longing for comfort. a book made just for you.
