"i knew it.
subtle, but i felt it.
and boy,
did it hurt.
again.
i was hit with
that same feeling...
more stronger than the last.
what did it mean?
harsh;
the wound stung
and burned so much,
whenever you touched me.
i think i know...
(i wish i didn't).
it was the day i knew
what you did...
and you hated me for it too."
date: 21st july, 2017
time: 17:02 p.m.
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World of Poems
Poetrytake a long, good look into my healing heart and melodrama mind. breathe in my sweet, scented words and hold them close to your bleeding, scaly skeleton aching for emotion; they'll cradle your aching soul and sing mellow lullabies you've never even...
