You said you could not watch me cry,
so how could you stand there and watch me bleed?
Knowing it was the lies you shot like bullets,
that had caused wounds so deep.
A/N: I realize this isn't exactly a poem, more of a verse/ quote kinda thing I came up with. Might expand this later, but for now it's gonna remain this way. :)
To any one whose read these poems so far, I hope I don't sound like some psychotic, love sick, depressed person. =) =)
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Poetry Collection
PoetryPoetry is art that's felt, not seen. It's a means of painting pictures and emotions through words. This is a collection of the poems I write occasionally. I hope you enjoy.
