Unspoken truth behind lips sewn shut,
Bitter words hanging on a thin thread.
Wet needles pierce, falling from the eyes...
Pain keeps stinging from old wounds that bled.
Woven lies and empty promises,
Collections of broken prose and poems...
Shards of the heart littering the floor,
Welcome, my love, to my humbled home.
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 7:51 AM UTC
Unspoken truth behind lips sewn shut,
Bitter words hanging on a thin thread.
Wet needles pierce, falling from the eyes...
Pain keeps stinging from old wounds that bled.
Woven lies and empty promises,
Collections of broken prose and poems...
Shards of the heart littering the floor,
Welcome, my love, to my humbled home.
