Words can hurt
As much as actions can
The wounds of yesterday
Won't stop bleeding.
I remember how my mom
Started arguing with my dad
About him having another
Family, another woman.
I remember how we moved
To a foreign place
With me, their troubled child
Doing her best to start over.
There was no escape for me
No chances of getting
The spark back to my body
Then suddenly there were you.
YOU ARE READING
Pastel Yellow
PoetryI'm not so sure How are you able to see Through those thick-rimmed Glasses of yours To think that someone like Is pretty enough To be yours. What have I done For the Great King to Give me the most precious Reward I could ever acquire. ...
