In broken pieces,
You shattered me-
From the outer shell,
To the inner psyche..
Why would you kill me slowly with a dull knife,
When you could just pull a gun,
And blast that bullet off my head?
Now I believe,
You have no heart.
"Killing me softly.. "
That's your art.
YOU ARE READING
Truth and Reality
PoetryHighest: #16 in poetry 5/30/17 You can read randomly and choose poems that you think you want to read. 😊 This is my first poetry book. So I do apologize for the RUCKUS inside this book. 😂😂😂 Enjoy reading! Ciao! ❤️
