Melissa Rose Miller

How hath you claim to love me — And yet you pierce me with your hatred. Stabbing underneath the skin, Jolting my being, perpetrating my...

Oh, how you play me with those deceiving eyes, An innocent look redressing your cunning lies. What lover? You’re yet a stranger, in the...

In pain you find meaning. You find out the true value in what you take for granted, and you find the true value in those who don't take...

Oh, how I adore your scars and your wounds Which symbolize your conflictions of pain And perseverance as troubles takes tombs Hurting my...