STABBINGS

Bustillos



 

 

STABBINGS

From the heart,

from the wounded soul,

the heart stabbed.

You don’t understand that you kill,

you kill the heart without knowing it.

You kill the poor butterflies,

words that drown the souls.

Poison in stabbings, venoms,

sad words meant to kill,

wounded hearts,

for nothing.

 

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STABBINGS

STABBINGS

From the heart,

from the wounded soul,

the heart stabbed.

You don’t understand that you kill,

you kill the heart without knowing it.

You kill the poor butterflies,

words that drown the souls.

Poison in stabbings, venoms,

sad words meant to kill,

wounded hearts,

From the heart,

from the wounded soul,

the heart stabbed.

From the heart,

from the wounded soul,

the heart stabbed.

Poison in stabbings, venoms,

sad words meant to kill,

wounded hearts,

for nothing.

for nothing.

  • Author: Bustillos (Online Online)
  • Published: October 25th, 2025 06:03
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 1
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