Threads of silk,
Sown through our hearts,
Entangles our love,
and callous it is,
But now your ways skewed,
This love now a carnage,
Unpleasant to the eye,
and the heart as well,
Lest a narrow path we follow,
The milk teeth we never shall shed.
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*