His eyes were familiar
Much like a flower was familiar with the sun
His voice was familiar
Much like the desert was with rain
His tears were familiar
Much like the ocean was the land
But what was most familiar ?
the pain
Much like lightning with the rain
Like a child hurting their knee
As I heard his sadistic plea
I hate his familiarity
It keeps hurting me
Like a beast stalking it's prey
"Please stay..."
YOU ARE READING
Scaps Of Paper
PoetryThis is a small collection of poetry that I myself have written It's nothing more than word vomit Splattered on scraps of paper
