I'm done saying sorry for the insults I never said,
I'm done trying to mend the heart I didn't break,
I'm done with stitching the wound I didn't cut.
So keep yourself and your toxicity away from me.
I hold a torch in my right hand;
I'm not afraid to fire it up.
And the sun in my left.
I will blind you off my path.
I will scorch you off my sight.
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Deep Poems
KöltészetPoetry is like a river to the bank of regular words. Dive into the depths of my words, feel the harmony vibrate richly in your soul.
