I clutch my hands to my chest
It feels so hard to breathe
Struggling and gasping for air
But my effort was in vain
Words began to come out of my mouth
I could do nothing to stop them
I watch them as they pierce you
Killing you softly
While it creeps on to me.
YOU ARE READING
Pastel Yellow
PoëzieI'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. ...
