Tragic it is to ache for someone's touch,
Breaking every built up wall with a clutch,
For she looked for a way to bury regrets,
Regardless of whether they would or wouldn't stay,
A pat on the back mocked the twitching of a knife,
The way she felt as every stray came back to life,
And as the final blow was hit,
She grinned and died from within.
YOU ARE READING
an attempt at poetry
PoetrySincerely, just an attempt at poetry in which I try to put into words all the thoughts that rush through my mind! I really hope you enjoy <3 ps. English is not my first language so pleaaasee keep that in mind, I take any suggestions you may have
