If I could loose one sense
It would be my ears
Words of hate and evil
I'd never have to hear
But then I forgot
It's as bad as my sight
To see them hurt and torture
Only solace in dark at night
Then I do remember
The harsh that comes with touch
That I could hold a cheek
And feel tears come from the crushed
Still I'd have to recall
The tearing brought upon by scent
To catch the smell of blood
Those good injured who can't repent
But I'd be left with taste
I'd experience the divine food
That I am picky to enjoy
While other starve and to life loose
Of all the things I could loose
Tossing my caring heart would leave me an advantage
I wouldn't have trouble not caring
But I'd be as those who make me hate all my senses
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Puisi"I landed on the ground and it had this horrible thing called gravity" In all it's different forms The poetry of pain The words of the girl who went from pink To a lonely shade of gray #67 Highest Rank © 2015 ML_Brooks, all rights reserv...
