You bear a jagged crown and sit upon that tainted throne,
Which glistens crimson from my toil,
I carved and chiseled from my bare hands,
Your honour out of stone,
For you I clipped my wings and buried them in the soil.
YOU ARE READING
The Words They Never Spoke
Puisi" I release my pain on paper, For this hurting heart to heal. I release my pain on paper, For this frozen heart to feel." - Me This book consists of a sad and lonely collection of poetry compos...
