Poem - 26 March 2014, 18:39 Bitter beloved. Kit Wells My fears became itching braille that only you could see. You traced your fingers across my skin and read between the lines. You found beauty in withered pages, to you it all looked fine. Like 0 Pin it 0 Support CosmoFunnel.com You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal. Views: 278 Rating: Total votes: 0 Tags: Abandoned Depressing Depression Self-harm Poetry Genre: Tragedy Melodrama
