- Iced sculpture.- [To: the one they killed using her hands.]
Her soul has iced due to the continuous exposure to your hate.
She tried her best to conceal, her wounds unhealed.
She tried and smiled, day and night
But she was never able to hide, she failed every fight.
You kept striking at the same spot.
All she could do to not turn red was to freeze herself
To ensure that your next will be the last one aimed at her.
YOU ARE READING
all the poems i ever wrote..
Spiritualit's just a chronological collection of my works. probably will stay in ongoing status. ... p.s- I would appreciate it if you don't re-post any of my work under any other name but mine. thank you. -------------------- 17.01.2022 ~ #1 in #ballad.
