Like a kicked dog,
in the cornor of your mind.
Oh, how the venom leaves it's sting,
Bloodshot and red-rimmed, my eyes.
Baby Sister, how could you,
twist your daggar in?
Such a bitter wine,
Poured in all my sores.
If you truly want in my life,
then why do you cut me so deep?
I so want to be there for you,
But, I watch wearily your kicking feet. |
Submission Name: Bitter
