A broken mirror.
A bloody fist.
That's my response,
When I heard they kissed.
That cheating ass!
He led me on!
I thought he loved me.
But now he's gone.
A single tear,
Drips down my cheek.
He is strong.
And I am weak.
My response,
When they kissed,
Was a broken mirror,
And a bleeding fist.
YOU ARE READING
A book of poetry
PoetryThis is a bunch of poetry I either wrote or found. The ones with an asterisk (*) in the title are the ones I wrote. Any others I found. Please no stealing the ones I wrote and please don't criticize them too harshly. I did my best on them.
