you stabbed her like a million times---
without mercy, without stopping;
then you acted like you were the one bleeding;
aren't you so cruel?
YOU ARE READING
her notepad
Poetrywhen you're wounded, grab a pen, and let wounds bleed the poetic words in blank pad papers to carve something that is called "an art." **** © All Rights Reserved 2017 By: Primrose Cússford
