Can you hear my soul screaming?
Does it wake you in the night?
Can you still feel it when I cry?
Does your head pound for no apparent reason?
Have you tasted the venom of my heart in your teeth?
Can you feel my heart crumbling beneath your feet?
Like it?
Like it? Leave me a snap. You know...like snapping instead of clapping in a coffee house.
Also could be interpreted like, "Oh, snap!" if you don't like it.
Also could be interpreted like, "Oh, snap!" if you don't like it.
Readers
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Don't you Dare
All poems (and artwork) are property of Chelsi A. Johnston and are copy write protected. Please don't plagiarize...it's mean.
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