Your words cut deep
In the
underwater grotto
of my skin.
They echo in mossy caves,
and send waves
into my clear waters.
What was ripples of pebbles,
was soon skipped stones.
And what was skipped stones on my surface
were
dark
burns.
You never looked back.
You never regretted.
You were never wrong.
You never gave back what you stole from my wasteland.
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Stumble Through Life
PoetryPoetry Collection(Original): There are infinite homes out there, for all of us, under the shimmering stars in the roar of the night, or the dark solace of the shadows on the sun, and everything in between. And may I only hope that my words could bec...
