i don’t understand
leaving too many
false promises & cruel lies.
love & hate.
no longer so easy.
a little too uneven.
Author’s note- This week has been a rather bad one, filled with tears and crocodile smiles. I guess, I just witnessed the colourful side of adolescence I usually keep my head above. On the bright side, its been a good inspiration. It's an experience, what's the worst that can happen?
Thanks to Harper Thorpe’s amazing prompt and poem-
Special thanks to Kathy Jacobs.