And with harsh hands you painted a soul blue,
And with cruel eyes you swallowed one too,
With violent words you tore a heart apart,
You left it bleeding in the dark.
Out of the darkness again I rose,
A battered flower standing bold,
You tried to crush me but here I stand,
No longer a slave to your brutal hands.
YOU ARE READING
Just a little poetry book
PoetryJust a book of my best and personal favorite poems by me. I hope to have this book published for real.
