Your words drip with honey,
But the aftertaste is poison.
All those sweet things you said,
I now choke upon.
The aroma I once thought was love,
Has become the cause of my illness.
Leaving me bed bound in a state of forlorn.
YOU ARE READING
Raw Heart
PoetryThis is a book dedicated to poems that were created straight from the heart and mind. They are filled with my current emotions and thoughts at the time of writing and are unapologetically raw. I hope you enjoy. ^_^ Book cover credited to the amazing...
