You hit me.
You put marks on my body,
and I know that it was not by accident.
I slamed on the rock, slamed to something sharp.
I am wounded.
Wounded by your touch.Wounded by this love.Wounded by you.
I am bleeding.
And everytime your salty touch caress a part of me I scream. It hurts.
Please!
Make it all stop.
YOU ARE READING
A Tiny Love
PoetryI wonder what will happen if one day you'll find someone that will mean a world to you, would I stop or would I still write about you- or mayber I'll write about her too. - A Tiny Love: Short Poems [her] Compilation of my self written short poe...
