chaoticallysmallpoetrySep 24, 20191 min readTruthAuthentic was what you wanted. But when you received it, you slapped me with lies. A red hand print across my face, I continued to be genuine, even though I have scars and bruises.Poems0 views
Authentic was what you wanted. But when you received it, you slapped me with lies. A red hand print across my face, I continued to be genuine, even though I have scars and bruises.