It was grey.
Hints of blue hiding,
But yet,
Seeking attention.
Seeking love.
I held it by
The dark green,
Almost black,
Handle.
The light green
Marks on the side,
Bathing in the sunlight.
I sat on the porch,
It laid calmly
On my palm.
I examined its
Edges, curves.
Everything about it was
Dangerous, yet
Beautiful.
I put it across my skin,
Unconscious as to what I was doing.
The intensity of its nature
Filled my mind with racing
Thoughts.
That's all these are anyways,
Thoughts.
This one is my favourite.
It's so delicate.
I like knives,
Everything about them is
Dangerous, yet
Beautiful.
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Poetry of a broken heart
Poetry[COMPLETE] Poems of a girl. Poems of a sad girl. Poems of a sad girl who needs to find the will to live a little longer. Even if that implies sharing her thoughts with the world. Even if the world won't listen, she'll keep shouting for help. (P...
