I wish you could see the red rivers floating across my wrists
I wish you could feel the searing heat that blisters
For just a moment
Before it fades into a dull throb
That thin and silver promise
Ever
So
Sharp
. . .
Can you feel it??
Don't you want to know??
It's only time that you righted your wrongs
Why not do it my way??
YOU ARE READING
Little Do You Know
KöltészetSome of my poetry. Most of it sucks, but I'd appreciate it you dropped some votes on the ones you do enjoy. It helps me keep writing. ~Little do you know, the pain in my heart comes from the knife you didn't know you were holding~
