Jun 2015
Poked in the eye with pointed words,
stabbed in the heart with sharp words,
it hurt.
I know.
I see the injury.
I feel the pain.
I drink a tall, warm glass of
your tears.
stabbed in the heart with sharp words,
it hurt.
I know.
I see the injury.
I feel the pain.
I drink a tall, warm glass of
your tears.
I hope I am not posting too much
