Poems from artisticClarity
I want to fling every nice little thing he ever said right back at him.
I wish to scream at him, scream every little thing he made me feel...
She smirked as she picked the sharpest
She smiled as she drew the rubies from the vault
She grinned as she bathed in those precious...
She’s only hurting those who dare to care
If she only knew who she’s hurting, maybe she’d stop to care
She’s blind to it all, she walks...
It means I’m moody all month, not just a week
It means I have long nights, waiting for morning so I may resume my activities
It means...
She sits there in the dark of the room
She sits there, crying
She cries in fear of hurting the baby
She love the baby and the baby loves...