You didn't rip me apart at the seams
Though you might as well had
You took your time
Clipping string after string
Making sure there where no loose ends
That the ties where knotted tight
Two pieces of silk
You where left standing with
They represented before and after
One was white
One was black
The white one turning red
The black one burning turning into ashes
White
Innocence
Me before I met you
Black
Emptiness
Me after I met you
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
