We have history
That's no mystery
It's not fiction
You made the incision
Between my ribs to my heart
Leaving me oh so many scars
One day I'll strike back
In the same form of attack
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryJust poems I write during school when I'm bored. Some are bad, especially the first few, but the rest aren't half bad. They're probably really dark but there should be one or two happy ones.
