Youve got nothing on me
with your sharp tongue
and negativity
nothing.
You’re about to slip up, oh aint that a shame,
and I got nothing left, not even blame,
you got nothing on me
no temptations, no broken rules just to be with you,
Incomplete poem
Letters You Will Never See blog 2019 written and created by Lilyth Poetry
HEARTACHE ABSENCE AND THE DAMAGE OF AUSTERITY
