Here I stand,
Burning our pages.
Throwing them onto an open fire.
I can't bare to look,
But this has needed to be done for ages.
Paper being eaten away by the open fire.
Here I stand,
Before a pit of ash.
Our ink submerged into the open fire.
That's our story over now,
Dead like a victim to a fatal crash.
Burnt in the open fire.
YOU ARE READING
Bruised
Poesía"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...
