When did the edge of a knife
Become so soft
Leaving angry lines behind
It comforts me in my darkest days
Promising to love me
Like no other
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Barely breathing
PoetryJust words that can't pass my lips but will go through my head until they fall onto paper. Every single one of these are my original pieces.
Clean
When did the edge of a knife
Become so soft
Leaving angry lines behind
It comforts me in my darkest days
Promising to love me
Like no other
