Some words hurtA flicker of memory
Something so human
Cry's outLeg bouncing
Eyes avoiding
Nails diging into the soft peice of skin on my hands
The words edged are sharpened
Though the weilder dosent know itAnd I feel bad for blaming them
They didn't knowBut the wound on my chest bubbles
And I take in a small gasp
And suddenly droplets are running down
Not my chest but my face11/27/23
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Words that I won't share with anyone
PoetryI don't care if you read this. Words are meant to be put out there Even if no one reads it. Or cares. This is Poetry that I write I'll share my own words, if you want you can too. Just sharing some thoughts. Anyone who is lost can come here. If you...