Jan 8, 2022
1 min read
You Would Think…
You’d think she’d have been kinder,
With knowledge we’ve all come to know,
That one day we’ll all disappear,
whether we be friend or foe.
She ghosts me without thought,
and torments me by ‘crumbing,
She dangles her love like a bait on a rod,
But I just simply carry on humming.
