Your lips held the color of a dying sunset
and everytime they touched mine,
It made me think it wasn't over yet.
That we were still fine.
I couldn't have been more wrong.
Your stone cold heart was oh so strong,
It didn't even skip a beat.
I was just a piece of nature another human could mistreat.
YOU ARE READING
It's a journal
Poetry''Instead of blades, I use pens, but it is still my blood covering the pages.'' Comment or like if I have helped or inspired you. Also if you are having trouble or you are feeling down, Feel free to talk to me. I might not be able to take the pain...
