Sobs choking my throat.
Lurk warm tears on my face.
I'm a disgrace.
You hit were it hurts.
Innocent and pure my face.
You still think I'm your trash.
Knocking the wind and life
Out of me .
Only a soul wondering,
in a dead persons body .
I let go as we both cried,
It was the best way to keep you alive.
YOU ARE READING
A Gift To You
شِعرDifferent poems for different situations. I tried to make them as realistic and raw so they may contain real events.
