poetry / Writing Unloved January 20, 2016February 8, 2019 bookishdellaLeave a comment Glistening tears, quivering chin. Caught throat. Imense sadness, intense pain. Stomach feels sick, betrayed. Love me like I love you. My head is sick, my heart is blind. I will heal myself, but you you had your chance. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
