Oh, these?
These are my battle scars.
What battles?
Well, the battles I fought with myself.
Who did this to me?
I did, silly.
Oh, those?
Those are my battle wounds.
What's the difference?
Those are fresh.
YOU ARE READING
A book of poetry
PoésieThis is a bunch of poetry I either wrote or found. The ones with an asterisk (*) in the title are the ones I wrote. Any others I found. Please no stealing the ones I wrote and please don't criticize them too harshly. I did my best on them.
