It happened once
and then again.
You thought you'll never feel such pain.
They say they love you
Then comes ... the hit?
Agree, it's very strange when you're
a kid.
you are a problem —
you need a stick
Forget those words and hide the portrait
The bird shall fly
The fish shall swim
My love, once you'll break free.
YOU ARE READING
Minimalistic poetry
Poetryhello, this is I the person with a sharp tongue. If you're wondering, I believe that I'm not wiser or better than you. But since you have some free time, enjoy reading my poetry, my opinions and my feelings. My inners are exposed, be gentle.
