In an innocent way
she smiled
mysterious, her eyes were
in which tears dried up yet flew blood
but invisible one
lips were zipped,
hands were trembling
heart was aching,
pain could not be swallowed
pages were burning, on which she wrote
her untold poems
time were slipping from hands,
as she let herself burn
but what hurt,
was that she let herself die alive
while take every breath as she was dying a little more inside...
YOU ARE READING
The words, I bleed. (Rks)
PoesíaAn ongoing journey of unsaid words. See how they bleed through small letters. ᎪᏞᏞ ᎡᏆᏩᎻᎢᏚ ᎡᎬᏚᎬᎡᏙᎬᎠ - ⓒIwouldfall. {Rks}
