the pain never seemed more evident then today
when your knives pierced through my delicate skin
i couldn't help but try to run away
as i fell to the earth beneath
i sogged up the grass with chattering teeth
my eyes were the sky
pouring rain out relentlessly
i was struck by your loud bullets
out of your poison gun
pain shot through me
as you talked with that medicine tongue
i am a guilted child
laid with pain and pride
i tried to maintain my angelic features
i just wanted to hide
to cower away like the ghost of the soul i was
inside the corners of this house
not a home
but a house
with four corners and your blaring thoughts
all my battles in which i fought
was held in this painful abode
one that i used to call
my home
YOU ARE READING
Wanderers
Poetry" She was written poetry While He was just a draft Combined together They couldn't have made art For one didn't rhyme with the other And sadly Both weren't in sync together. " (This is the first official book I've posted on wattpad and intended to k...
