coaping
Learn more about other poetry terms
Dying on the inside
Every day,
I feel the trail of blood
Moving down my face
The agony, I can imagine
Our hearts I know were just the same
Our eyes two of a kind
Souls entwined
Do not douse the fire that you ignite;
The smallest spark will tie these tattered frays.
Keep pushing forward with a stronger fight.
Some say that time heals most,
But the truth is, it makes it worse.
When they're gone they leave you bleading;
A part of you leaving. Forever
Sometimes there is a stitch to help it,
