At peace but discontented In love and yet at war Allowed but then prevented An open and shut door Tired and yet so wide awake An ambitious low-achiever Running, tripping, heading back, The truth, a real deceiver Spiteful on the inside yet pleasant in demeanour You think you know the real her and yet noneContinue reading “Distorted Angel”
-
Subscribe
Subscribed
Already have a WordPress.com account? Log in now.
Poetry for Dullards 