One two three,you keep counting
When will you start learning?
You never stop trusting,
you keep giving
he's always breaking
He never stops taking
Now there's nothing left
He took the last part
It just got wrecked
you're back to scratch.
From a mile away I notice your hurt
The loneliness you call space..
Your smile sentenced to death
Like glass,you're delicate
When you break you're dangerous
From broken pieces i'll pick you up
Even if you create in me a deep cut
YOU ARE READING
The Voice of My Silence
PoetryThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
