A couplet poem about words hurting more than daggers
A dagger: a belt elegantly placed on the mid-waists of young boys and men.
Roaming around. Twisting and scurrying in the realms of everyday.
The stars. So many of them. How much brighter will they get? When will they disappear, and stop looking over me?
A couplet poem about words hurting more than daggers
A dagger: a belt elegantly placed on the mid-waists of young boys and men.
Roaming around. Twisting and scurrying in the realms of everyday.
The stars. So many of them. How much brighter will they get? When will they disappear, and stop looking over me?