blood seeps out, it's taste is my reminder
if the words i wish to speak are not that of kind heart
despite that they are truth,
i mustn't speak them at all.
it's a hard thing to do
to keep the truth to myself
when truth must be let out.
so i bite my tongue
and let it bleed
for the truth is my enemy
for the words i have are not of kind heart
and lies would be twice the damage
so i bite down hard with my teeth on my tongue and i bite till i bleed and bleed till i stop thinking the thoughts formed by the heart where kind thoughts
can not be made
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no real agenda // poetry
Поэзияpoems for all the words i can't say anything and everything goes. i write sporadically and about whatever i want. hence the title i've had the same compilation since the 6th grade, please skip to the better poems... (aka deep breaths and onward, ob...
