"I love you"he whispered in my ear.
just like these eight letters linked together so beautifully to make a sentence,he murdered me eight trillion times when I found out that all he was doing was lying!
he lied,for the love he promised
he lied,for the future we planned
he lied,for simply everything.
his only aim was to intrude in between my legs.
now he's gone,
I can't get rid of his memories.
YOU ARE READING
The bleeding rose.
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry and prose.I write for those who were left in destitute,those whose scars and pain are left unattended. Come with me and explore a journey through words.
