"You are far too sensitive"
That snake lives to tell me
Little does she know that that it only propels me
To cut her out of my life forever
Like cutting off an arm, I fully dismember
The relationship we once had
The girl I had trusted
Turned out her venoms bad
So now my wound is crusted
And my lungs are internally musted
Every breath I take is busted
Every hour that passes is gusted
By winds so remarkable, I trusted
To be dragged by my pinky toe
To heaven
But where was it?
YOU ARE READING
the sound of my emotions
Poetryall of our emotions make a sound, and this is the melody of mine
