Sticks and Stones eh!

Sticks and Stones eh!

A Poem by andrew mitchell

Sticks and Stones eh!
Was not ye words
that killed me;
sticks and stones may break me bones
but ye words never harmed me.
Twas the knife ye held
that went through me heart
that stabbed me deep
then twisted.
Well! That's if I had a heart!
Ye know what I mean.
Ye always said
I never loved ya.

© 2016 andrew mitchell


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Added on November 27, 2016
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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