Portrait
I remember how I loved you
But those feelings were always alone and never returned
Flown but had blown
Just burned
Used me as a portrait to be used for remembering
Rather than entering without censoring
Oh god im trembling
You’re the sun having fun due to the fact you’ve always won
I'm just the flower being powered
I'm the poor coward sheep being devoured
Just leave all you do is decieve
You’re the big bad wolf, came dressed as something else to fool me
Too cruel using me as a tool to cover up the bad you’ve done
This poem is about:
Our world