I pour out my feelings
On a yellow piece of paper
Knowing that they'll later
Bring me only shame;
I pour out my tears
Into a stranger's heart
Knowing that we'll part
Never to meet again;
I pour out my joy
Into a glass of water
And watch it shatter
As it falls to the floor;
I pour out my fury
And useless abuses
As my life refuses
To start once more....
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Salt And Ink
Poetry(#1 in Poetry 14th November 2015- 14th December 2015) (5th in What's Hot- Poetry, 20th January 2016) Cover picture- grunge (WeHeartIt) "Prepared thus to close, he raised his knife, Death came later; he was stabbed by life." When my ballpoint buckles...
