Defeat is bitter sweet,
making me feel meek,
My heart now cold,
my heart not bold,
My heart now stone,
my heart now bone.
'Thump, thump!'
It beats,
'Sigh, sigh.'
I sigh,
Tears falling from my eyes.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryJust some rants by me. Maybe I'll publish my sucky old ones, maybe I won't. You'll never know.
