08bec012215319df438f06f5a1d58b03--gcse-art-d-art.jpg

Tonight I peel off layers of secrets buried deep
And the hurt overflows from the lesions
As I rub salt on them.

The ink from my old wounds spill onto these pages;
A relentless token of those tattered bandages.

It’s like walking on broken glass;
Only that agony could compare
To the yawning gashes that your words inflicted.

-SmalleeWrites✍🏼

 

Time is but motion, age daily wasteth and zeal is only depressing.

These are the tales that the night time bares.

In other news, I will start a series today so.. Watch this space.

 

Thanks for stopping by. If this is your first time visiting this blog, please come back. And tell a friend to tell a friend to visit. Also, don’t forget to follow, like and comment. Thanks ❤

Categories:

Tags:

2 Responses

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.