With your words like knives
and your switching sides
and your humiliation
With your deeds like an axe
And your broken dreams
And your torn image
With your burdens
And your trauma
And your intimacy
You cut through me
And step over me
Because I was a stepping stone
No more, no less
But not the last.
YOU ARE READING
The Beauty of Nightfall
PoetryThis is my poetry book filled with poems that are told by my heart and soul. I hope you like them.
