I called on the echoes of my loneliness,
but you never answered my sorrowing
verses that fell like razor wire tears.
Lacerating within the repetition as each one
was a dissection of my emotions.
You never collected in fear of being wounded.
But you were the one that cut me profoundly,
words were your weapon.Versed in broken glass
shards, syllables are blades and my tears crimson.
Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
I called on the echoes of my loneliness,
but you never answered my sorrowing
verses that fell like razor wire tears.
Lacerating within the repetition as each one
was a dissection of my emotions.
You never collected in fear of being wounded.
But you were the one that cut me profoundly,
words were your weapon.Versed in broken glass
shards, syllables are blades and my tears crimson.
