Over a million
Flow everyday
Reasons never heard
Trust broken and shattered
Never to be recovered
Pain, red , clear
Brown, hazel, crystal
Stinging eyes, Moisture dampens skin
Hearts call, only to wait for an answer
Ache, sob, sob, ache
Where are you...Why do you not answer?
Spills over and over
A river never to dry
My heart spills,
A tear for you!
YOU ARE READING
Lambs to the Slaughter...
PoetryI like writing poetry so this is going to be a book simply of my poems. these will be mostly dark but I will try to have some happy or at least slightly bearable poems as well. dark writing is kinda thing so its ok if its not you kinda thing.
