Your words may be
Paper cuts on my skin
But when I left
I didn't even have scars
And you were left
With a whole knife
Buried in your heart
And it's your own fault
YOU ARE READING
H I M
Puisi"Blue eyes for distant Stars Honey eyes for Sunlight, We are the crashing of waves on sand Tree branches reaching for the bright sky We are where you end and I start; We were made to belong." This is a chapter in a book I am putting together. And t...
s c a r s
Your words may be
Paper cuts on my skin
But when I left
I didn't even have scars
And you were left
With a whole knife
Buried in your heart
And it's your own fault
