You placed a similar bullet into that old-fashioned trigger of yours,
And pointing it towards me
You hoped that I would be the victim of your nefarious plans,
The slave of your sinister empire.
But when the bullet flashed and flew into my heart,
It emancipated me from those ties that ceaselessly bonded me to you
From those lies that I have been living in,
It emancipated my soul from the toxicity that you caged it in.
Your Bullets dear,
They didn't kill me, they just freed me
And no matter how ironic this seems,
I'm so grateful.
I'm so grateful, that you did what you had to do to show me that
You're no longer a part of my tribe,
And neither am I.
YOU ARE READING
BURN MY SOUL, KEEP THE ASH
PoetrySometimes all we genuinely need is the realization that people out there, share our own thoughts and feelings. This book is a collection of Poems, inspired by personal events, almost anyone can relate to. It's the poetic expression of various though...
