A knife in the flesh
Cutting through survival
Piercing the skin
Intruding on Gods work
The change in creation unintended
Broken by what is beneath us.
We may see our past
But never the future
Like a rock
Crushing our dreams into oblivion
Like a knife in the flesh
Piercing the skin
A rose thorn bleeds.
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PoetryThese are all original (: this is a collection of my poems for when I have spare time to write them! * * * Thank you for all the reads, comments and votes! I love you all, please try stay positive :) Much love, Chloe xx * * * Cover: Oh my goodness...
