No More

Sometimes your bleeding soul cuts my heart to its core.

The tales that you tell of pain you just can’t take anymore.

     Hold on.

          Hold on.

               Hold on.

Your grip loosens and your eyes slide closed.

A sob from my throat freely flows.

     Held on.

          Held on.

               Held on.

No more.

Reviews

[Sammyrae574]

Holy poop my friend!! You are offically a poetry godess! :)

[Bookworm1223]

Hahaha thanks! :)

[misha]

This was a powerful write. Great job!

[Bookworm1223]

Thank you :)