Sticks and stones
Never broke
My bones,
But words
Made me
Starve myself
Until
You could
See all of them.
Briar and brambles
Never cut
My skin,
But words
Made me
Grab them
And
Do it
Myself.
Phrases and phonics
Never hurt
My heart
But if
They're used in the
Wrong way
They might make me
Say
Goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Shades of the heart
PoésieThis is my second poem book. The first one started off with really bad poems but got gradually better, but by then people hated my poems and deleted the book from their library, lol. The first book is called shades of the mind.
