Wednesday, February 12, 2020

The bleed

murderous thoughts fill the smoky air
and I shall never give you the satisfaction of knowing how much my heart bleeds
the tears fall like fire 
and I am fury
I am at war with the words in my head
my heart has betrayed me again
she still surrenders to hope and love

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