You carved your name into me
Left collarbone to be exact
Or grotesque.
I know it is there
And I can't scratch it out
No matter how I try
And believe me I have,
But those four
Pathetic letters
That sound so sour on my tongue
Will be with me always
And not in a recherché way
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
