Sharp sting of winter, Betrayal leaving his lips, Rivulets descend.
By Jayni Cole2 days ago in Poets
So the shell of me watches, while the soul of me rages, and the shell of you mourns, while your soul moves on, because you never really loved me,
His heart was full of scars before I ever had it, So he cut mine up too and now I’m an addict. I still remember the smoke from the night that we met,
