Childhood by Kori | Written 1/15/17 @ 10 am
Trust is on the same level as perfection,
it doesn’t exist.
I had to find out the hard way,
that the monster that stood by my door,
had a beating heart, and human brain.
Certain words turn my mouth into rust,
I feel a breakdown coming on.
I’ve perfected my force smiles.
(my dead eyes give me away)
A charming black crow smirks,
dripping broken promises,
and speaking half truths.
It doesn’t get better after this.
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