in the middle
playing the fiddle
my heart bleeds for you
the crowd gathers 'round
some sit on the ground
my heart bleeds for you
from the sky above
comes a new form of tough love
my heart bleeds for you
it is the end of days
the fiddle plays
my heart bleeds for you
YOU ARE READING
barbed wire
PoetryA collection of strange little poems that really don't fit anywhere else. Part of my 2019-2020 Poetry Challenge.
