Really, it was like a stab
Cold, hard and quick
Every time I looked the other way
I brushed it off
"It doesn't matter"
Even the words tasted stale
And so I spat them out
Bit by bit
Hoping every last chunk would gt rid of you
It didn't.
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Escape: A Collection of Poems
General FictionI love the mystery of poetry. How it can be so simple and yet so confusing. I love how people can spend months picking apart the pieces, trying to digest what is being said. Poetry is important. Sometimes things are best said in only a few short sen...
