Poem - 22 May 2020, 03:32 Down to the bones Nicole Bean You see, When I write poetry I’m carving my heart out of my chest Handing you my organs on a plater. All blood and guts Bare and naked. And you wonder why I’m scared For you to read my heart. Like 2 Pin it 0 Support CosmoFunnel.com You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal. Views: 303 Rating: Total votes: 2 Tags: Deep Dramatic Growth Heartache Honesty Poetry Genre: Drama Freestyle Melodrama Narrative Topic: Heart Listed in: Contest Entries 2 comments
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Well written!
How original and excellently portrayed.