Saturday, January 12, 2013

Random poetry

Hurt It feels like a knife. Wielding in my heart Coldness. Darkness. Stupid. blinded by the real you Betrayal. Awakening mirage of someone else. Ruthless. Shallow. Throws away values at a whim. Mind. Body. Soul. Refreshed. Cleansed from the memory. time will heal the wound. Breathe and not think of you.

2 comments:

Carol Riggs said...

Nice stream of consciousness type of flow here. :) Have a great week!

Keisha Martin said...

Thank you Carol, have a great week as well.