You told me that I broke your heart and used the pieces to make worded art
You said I led you on, I put you on a leash, made you dance to my strings
You said I looked sweet like honey but I gave you a nasty sting
You said beneath my sweet smile linger a sharp bite
Maybe I was your puppeteer, maybe I did lead you on.
-but you allowed me to, didn't you?
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Ink
PoetryI will not pretend to be a poet. I simply lace letters into words, words in verses and these verses are my feeling which have slowly bled through the pages of my notebook. This is my "Bleeding Ink".
