Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Mar 2013
you dug into my ribs, planted seeds of bitterness with your distance.
and now you’re back and here we go, I am going to tell you white lies just as you taught me to.
they’re growing around my tongue and I could bite it and choke down my blood,
but I think you’d prefer I just admit how I feel instead.
Regine Howl
Written by
Regine Howl
442
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems