Word
Each word is sharp and merciless
They cut through my defenses
Like daggers leaving their mark
As it pierces the armor of my heart
With each word, wounds are made
A reminder of the pain that'll never fade
So how do I mend this broken heart?
When my whole world has fallen apart
ESTÁS LEYENDO
My Heart Bleeds Ink
PoesíaA collection of poems is like a tile in the mosaic, each tile contains its own unique story and imagery, when you put it all together, they create a beautiful image, full of meaning and emotion.
