he ripped off her skin in exchange for his love
and when they got lost in ice rain, and tempest,
he was the first to leave and give up, and
she was left out cold, exposed and vulnerable and dying
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
