you shot her with your pointed words
and they had struck her in the heart
so at 2 AM
i was pressing my hands to her bleeding chest
metaphorical blood
seeping from a wound that couldn't be seen
too-real tears
dripping onto my hands
you shot her with your pointed words
and they had struck her in the heart
so at 2 AM
i was pressing my hands to her bleeding chest
metaphorical blood
seeping from a wound that couldn't be seen
too-real tears
dripping onto my hands