I hid in the back round as you stood in the spotlight,
Never wanting to draw blood or have others,
But you knew that could never last,
You should have known it would never last,
But you didn't so when death struck her like lighting you only fell harder,
You thought it would always be this way,
But you knew it wouldn't last,
You should have known it would never last,
So when you got up with the hole in your heart growing larger,
You grew wing and flew higher to see her.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry and stuff
PoesíaIf I know you and you know me don't read this or any of my poetry. I know that saying that will inevitably intrigue you into reading it, but please if I know you and you know me then as a friend please respect my wishes and do not read this.
