Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2015
The words were hidden,
And she couldn't differentiate the good or bad in them.

They floated softly upon her skin,
The girl numb to the pain.

It was only until she was dead that she realized those words were not quite nice after all.
Zoe Robles
Written by
Zoe Robles
397
   NV and Sumina Thapaliya
Please log in to view and add comments on poems