You won't see me ever cry
To hide all this pain my best I will try
But oh you have tormented my heart
Still you want to rub my wounds to hurt
Slowly you are not seen but you kill me
With words because they hurt more than swords
YOU ARE READING
MIDNIGHT MIND
Poesíawriting words that the heart utters The thoughts the minds ponders The verses the mouth is too ashamed to mutter
