Immense terror ran through my veins.
When I received your note.
Do you know how it feels like?
I suppose you don't.
For if you did you never
Would have given me
That white piece of tear stained paper
With your neat hand writing on it.
The piece of paper that simply said;
'Sorry. I love you.'
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
