All of these sharp daggers and knives
Oh the stories they tell that are lies
Slicing, cutting, oozing so deep
Leaving the injured ones to weep
All of these sharp daggers and knives
Shortening the time of out lives
Not taking back what was ever said
Leaving every single emotion dead
All of these sharp daggers and knives
Destroying everything that thrives
Leaving its art for all to be seen
Stabbing has become the new routine
All of these sharp daggers and knives pierce my facade
Which I was built upon and made
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Simply: Third Collection of Poetry
Poezja"I hope my thoughts reach you like blown kisses." My best and newest collection of poetry featuring My Worn Soldier, Anew and Shared Scars as well as a selection of fused poetry from my now deleted first collection. Enjoy please. Wish me luck in t...
