P for the promises you told
And broke
Instead of leaving, I stay
N for I never cry
about you
getting into my nerves
I walked barefoot
on the ice,
It doesn't hurt
I bleed
from the thorns
of roses
My love for you is
identical to the pain
you gave me
Like finding a way
in a dead-end
labyrinth
The arrow
get through my arteries,
I'm wounded
It's okay, honey
I'll just sleep on the pain
to go away
YOU ARE READING
among all other little days
PoetryThere are these feelings we fail to acknowledge. Let's talk about it now, shall we?
