Oh, it was such a haunting crime,
To fell for you,
I was stabbing myself, I never knew,
Blood was scattered all around, my eyes ached,
But you would never look, I failed.
It was a beautiful crime sometimes,
I was healing myself,
Bandaging my wounds, stitching my cuts,
I was unaware of the difference between a wound and a cut,
But again it was for you.
YOU ARE READING
THE UNTOLD WHISPERS OF HEART
Poetry"From a distance, I admire his grace, Though our worlds are apart, I pray for his embrace." ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴘᴏᴇᴍꜱ ᴘᴏᴜʀᴇᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴏꜱᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ꜱᴇᴇ ɪᴛ </3
