Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
May 2015
This time I will lay back NOT beating my heart for you.
I will not pray to God to dry my tears, because
even a slightest me was destroyed by the bullets you threw from your mouth.
I lost myself trying to save us.
I lost us trying to save myself.
hanaB
Written by
hanaB
Please log in to view and add comments on poems