The sun comes out <br />bringin shadows <br />that whisper in my ear <br />the things you do <br />when you are not with me <br /> <br />I grab a feather from an angel's wing <br />and with the blood in my veins <br />I wrote you a letter <br />that you never replied <br />you are drowning me in your lies <br /> <br />and you say I am the murderer <br />of your happiness <br />when you are the one <br />killing my life <br />you think is fun <br />to meet your lips <br />and taste her blood <br />trust me it doesn't feel good.<br /><br />Anabel Anguiano<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/who-is-the-murderer/
