Apr 14
It pierced me with a loud blast,
demolishing the barricades I had built around my
heart made of glass.
It swept in through my weakest spot,
and tore down the walls I had built around myself.
After a few weeks, I stopped feeling the ache
but the hole the bullet left was relentless;
an unfading scar.
demolishing the barricades I had built around my
heart made of glass.
It swept in through my weakest spot,
and tore down the walls I had built around myself.
After a few weeks, I stopped feeling the ache
but the hole the bullet left was relentless;
an unfading scar.
One of my best poems EVER. It's old but I still love it. I came up with it when I was like 13 at like 3am.
(15/M/Spain)
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