The killer

The killer

A Poem by Polly Valentinova

But people cut people
and they're still alive
I call you names
but you keep your disguise
stand up and laugh
see the white in your eyes
you're falling and dying
you killed tge surprise

It's cold in the summer
when you hold my breath
I love how you stutter
when shouting your threads
I smile when you hurt
cuz' I'm f*cked in the head
I wait till you leave
then I drown in the bed

The sins that you have,
what you did to me,
are countless mistakes
that I couldn't see
I'm waiting the day
when you'll set me free-
you'll tell me a lie
and I won't believe.

© 2015 Polly Valentinova


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Polly Valentinova
This is a poem about me talking to myself.

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I hope you will share more poems.

Надя�™ам се, че ще споделя още стихот�™орения.

Posted 9 Years Ago



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Polly Valentinova
Polly Valentinova

Vidin, Bulgaria