My mind keeps repeating what you said,
Over and over and over,
Like a broken record.
Even though I know it's over,
The pain of it keeps haunting me.
Your venomous words stung worse than any poison,
And all I have left are these broken pieces.
What boggles me even more is that,
You never gave me a reason for your hatred.
Then again,
You never gave any reasons for doing what you did.
YOU ARE READING
Epigrams
PoetryIt appears you've found my book and before you decide to read it's contents, know that... These poems are everything that is me. (Also the cover was made by my buddy FierroThorne!)
