There's more damage than you think
There are more holes to fill
The pieces in my chest haven't healed
And the blood drips still
DU LIEST GERADE
The Ink I Bleed (Poems)
PoesieCold steel kisses my skin, A sweet melody as it opens, Release the soul kept within, Let it run, Let it live. A book of poems. © 2014 Nicholas Stephenson. All rights reserved.
