I buried my words,
beneath my lungs
And let it stay there,
Suffocated.
The fire within and smoke of lies
Sneak out of my eyes
Salty bitter copper in taste
As it roll down to my lips.
cut my heart which has gotten stiff
And hide it there until it beat once more
Let me
Cause I am used
to being tortured
By the things
I don't say.
YOU ARE READING
EROS-ALGOS-LOGOS
Puisi"when you left i didn't bleed but my ink does. thank you for turning this lover into a writer." ----- This is a collection of words and poetry. I'm using the daily splice collage of Adam Hale. All credits to this wonderful artist.
