burn my bones if i tell a lie.
sell my soul if i start to cry.
by Heaven's rage and Hell's grace,
let this flame be a sage.
i will flip the page
and meet my end
of this harrowing story.
if the wind has spoken
and the trees have judged me,
the flowers shall be my guide
even if it does not end in glory.
YOU ARE READING
the Angry Girl
Poetrysome things are better off unsaid but they were tossed in my head so i decided to scream. Original content. Lowercase intended throughout the book. Previously titled "Tossed Thoughts". Highest Rank: 4 in Poem, Poetry
