Shivering skin
My sweating palms,
My mighty heart
My broken lungs.
The bloody words
My pleading cry,
My whispered shouts
My heartfelt vows.
The crown of thorns
My warm blood flows
May this be my last prayer
May everything, now be better.
Why death never comes
When my prayers been heard,
My thrust, creeping on the edge
My last, heavy breath.
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Her Broken Letters
PoesíaThis is a compilation of the poems I wrote since the year I realized how beautiful writing your emotion was. The poems were a bit sad, some are inspired by songs, movies, or simply just by someone I stared at the bus station going to school. So, enj...
