Blood is all around Pooling beneath my feet The knife in my hand Still warm from your heat Your lying soul has been cleansed
By Kimberley Lane6 years ago in Poets
She is a sad little girl Scared every night that he will come He is much more deadly than any monster With his sweet words and silent lies
You were sixteen, I was a six pound baby I loved you the moment I saw you, you hated the sight of me My small fingers tried to wrap around yours