A small cut being made
To take away the pain
Causing more suffering
And doing it all over again
Blood gushing out
Tears streaming down
Just to hide the breaking of a heart
Behind her plastered on smile hides a frown
The ripping sound fades
To be replaced by crying
The cry of pure agony
With traces of the wish for dying
Evidence of rejected love
Gleaming in her eyes
As she takes the last cut
While whispering her goodbyes.
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A little of me... (poems)
AléatoireI started writing at the age of 14 but first with poems and only after some time into books. These are some of the poems that I wrote over the years and as you will see my style and technique remained the same it just became more refined. I express...
