Pick me up and slam me down
Beat my very own existence
Toss me with your anger
Drown me in a sea of emotions
Stab me till I bleed all red
Render my heart to pieces
And I'd still call your name
YOU ARE READING
Purple Hyacinth
Poetry[First of The "Hyacinth" Poetry Book Series] I once wished that we won't wither. But I'm sorry, I guess those flowers were us after all.
