A Taurean




Breathing words and bleeding letters I can die for the brushstrokes of love It is indeed my religion Overstaying on emotions is my habit But I overcome to my own surprise People who take advantage of me Fine-tuning and adapting to demeanour Which oozes blasphemy and shame That's my second nature and personality I survive that and chuckle about it If I see the glint of a knife You are going to push through my back I promise, the pain you will feel Will leave you scarred and blemished forever Much worse than whatever happened to me.   Penmancy gets a small share of every purchase you make through these links, and every little helps us continue bringing you the reads you love!