Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

Your words stick like a knife,
  That cuts my chest to reach my heart,
 Making a slice - taking my breath.

I look at you and please you stop,
  Because my ears recall
  Heavy memories from my mind.  

I could make you feel the same way,
  Throwing bad words like mud in the air,
  But I'm tired of always hearing the same story,
  As if I'm from hell and you're from heaven.

  I never understood the meaning of your words,
  They change their meaning 
 Depending on your mood.
I'm tired of always hearing the same story,
  As if I'm from hell and you're from heaven.