I tasted his tears
On my lips
The taste bitter
Mine were sweet
Alas! Lover
You didn't have to leave
His soul had wanted to flee
I couldn't stop the bleed
The knife was soft
I held it on my lips
Lover, please don't leave
I'll stay and shout my grief.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
