Silly chatter, I'd like you dead
Solstice on a summer end
Where the laughs, I couldn't get,
I saw two knifes wrapped around his neck
You never cared that I saw it red,
I saw your hands,
I saw the blood splatter all over me,
I saw it dead
I am only sixteen,
But I'll smile, for you to feel okay,
'Cause your words cursed the knife,
That on my dreams , takes my life.
-Laura
YOU ARE READING
Poetry in disguise
PuisiSomewhere wrapped between your words, My thoughts beholden emerge, Somewhere false in the darkness I became the muse to your show -Laura Martinez
