"Do you even have a tongue?"
"I have a tongue!"
She was battered and tortured,
And her eyes were dead coals,
But don't be fooled there was once a time they were filled with burning fire, but as the years wore her down, the whispers were swirled through the air, and they always came back to her, as if taunting her to see who would kill the girl first, but not this time, no, she's cracked and tonight she'll let it all out, the fire has aroused again, all because of a boy, who's showed her how to live again
-a.j.c
YOU ARE READING
The Bullshit Journal ~ by a.j.c
PoetryJust another idiotic poem book That will never be anything more And you probably won't read any of this. But if you do. You must have felt pain like this to understand any of it. If not, and you still understand. You're just lying to yourself.
