I heard of weakness
The weakness of this heart
Beats every single day while being a freak
Keeps enough to bear yet it doesn't know
How to give it away
Changes of it's veins
Yet altered itself into something strong
Prepares itself for a battle
You begged me to lose it in the middle
We might sound wrong
But the path, we chose
Is right yet so lost
YOU ARE READING
The words, I bleed. (Rks)
PoetryAn ongoing journey of unsaid words. See how they bleed through small letters. ᎪᏞᏞ ᎡᏆᏩᎻᎢᏚ ᎡᎬᏚᎬᎡᏙᎬᎠ - ⓒIwouldfall. {Rks}
