your lies are like acid;
whenever you speak it,
it eats away
at my flesh and bones-
they're killing me.
wait-
you're killing me.
YOU ARE READING
the ink of my heart | poetry
Poetryshe sits there, naked and exposed to the artist hiding away behind the blank canvas; tears stream down her face while goosebumps trace her skin for she is vulnerable against the world trying to paint her picture perfect to its eye. |unnamed...
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your lies are like acid;
whenever you speak it,
it eats away
at my flesh and bones-
they're killing me.
wait-
you're killing me.
