Your words are like poison. Your presence immediately sets fire to my veins. Just like Snow White, you come around with that poison apple just as soon as I begin to see the light inside myself. But your force-feeds me that apple and your personality consumes my being. You make me stand there and take your poison with tears running down my cheeks. Now that light has disappeared and my efforts to create my own light are pointless. If only I could heal myself in that glass box if only I could escape from your poisonous words.
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Poetry Portfolio
PoetryI've got a lot running through my head, I suppose I should write it down. Poems I have written- just decided I may want to share them.
