Erika Conti


Turning Me Bitter - Poem by Erika Conti

Softly spoken words
diggin dirt inside
this slit open heart of mine
A hundred tiny knives
quietly driven into those
old wounds
A joker smile of yours
hates me I wish you d stop
turning me bitter

Maybe you can't stand
my love
I turn my eyes into stone
maybe you can't stand
my grace
and wish
i d cripple


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 3, 2007

Poem Edited: Wednesday, January 26, 2011


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