Oct 2016
I remember the scarlet taste
from biting my lips.
I remember the salty water,
that my eyes had dripped.
I remember the silent screams,
that had rang in my head.
But most of all, I remember
all those desperate words I never said.
from biting my lips.
I remember the salty water,
that my eyes had dripped.
I remember the silent screams,
that had rang in my head.
But most of all, I remember
all those desperate words I never said.
I know I write a lot of poems on words. But it's because I feel so strongly about them! We could change the world if only we spoke more kindly to one another and said what needed to be said. Holding words in hurts too much anyway.
(20/F)
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