Your words tore my heart
Your comments tore my soul
Your hands in my hair
Your knuckle on my cheek
You Love Me? Stop Lying.
YOU ARE READING
A Weed Surrounded By Flowers
PoetryThrough poetry she felt the weight on her shoulders slowly fade as her thoughts and emotions went from her heart and swayed through the pen to the paper. Her life full of poems waiting to be written and read. She will no longer be silent, and this i...
