When have you last,
Spoken too fast,
Or too soon ? Spoken like a lover,
Like a poet to his muse ?
Was the last slash on your skin,
The one that ended the war within,
You. Or the one from where it begins ?
What stance did you last take,
As a scream clawed it's way out your neck.
Only to turn at the tip of your tongue, into
A whispered "I love you" ?
YOU ARE READING
At The Corner Of My Eye
PoetryMore poetry involving myself, my friends, my anime and my incredible addiction to the aforementioned 2. A few rants. My second compilation. To everyone who viewed voted and commented on my first work, A Left Brain, a MASSIVE HERCULEAN THANK YOU...
