It's Me
It’s me
falling into
b i t s
Bleeding, to death.
These bare eyes and a naked soul are
the narrative of
this inescapable agony.
Your frozen sentiments
Your arrogance
Adding to the ache
shivering lips, and
neglected sobbing are the,
evidence of supreme care.
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