SHE IS SCARED OF ALL THE WORDS I WANT TO SAY
I bite my tongue.
Because I have the words that reap blood.
I'll let her think she's won
As I hide my sharp tongue.
I bite my tongue.
Until I fucking bleed.
YOU ARE READING
God is my Strength
PoetryThis is not about God, this is about love. ______________ All my bad poetry in one book.
