Whilst you're gone,
Your DNA lingers on my skin.
I feel it on my body,
I feel it within.
You were never good for me,
The ice you stood on was thin.
Why pretend you're an angel, when all you do is sin?
YOU ARE READING
Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
