Even pain has become
A welcome change
As it pierces the ice
You made my heart into
Even anger has become
A sufficient subsitute
To the destruction
You caused
Even Oceans that
Drown me are easy to control
Than the tears I shed
For your drought stained heart
YOU ARE READING
Less Than A Century
PuisiA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
