shortened breath

back to day one

 first day i was born

everything looks better

everything looks worst

i met the abuser

he came to me as so

i new he wasnt good for me

i new he had to go

still i let him keep crawling back in bed

i know if i let him i will be dead

suffering in silence

my heart yearns for love

everything was put in place for me to give up

i wish i knew equal souls

so we could be humble

i wish for the best

and i wish for all of us to be better

i leave with a kiss

blissful coloured lips

The End

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