"Between the pages
That she read
She left a piece of her heart
She'd open the books
And read them backwards
For she didn't know where to start
And every page she read
She searched
For the last piece of her soul
But when it came;
The final page
She found there was a hole
And on those pages,
her blood was stained
Between the words they lay
Her family starts
That book each night
To end again each day
If only she had known
The hole
Was never for her part
But of those who mourn her
It was the pit
She'd left within their heart."
-Arabella Katt (xCaptainCl3mentinex)
》2019
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Pocket Full Of Poetry | Collection Of My Original Poetry | Arabella Katt
PoetryA collection of poetry I have written. Enjoy! " I Climb Into The Tallest Tree, Where You Could Never Find Me, Where Words On Paper Planes Fly Free, Watch stories sail across the sea In My Ink Filled World Where I Can Be, With Pockets Full Of Poetry"...
