i wanna be a notorious killer and kill the guy who stabbed me.
1. he took off the pages in my skin, leaving me naked.
2. he swayed his hips aggressively while listening to the countless rhymes i kept on uttering.
3. he savored every poetry in my body; my lips full of wisdom, my neck containing addictive poison, my mounds covering my rhythmic heartbeats, and the main subject between my thighs.
4. he stopped wandering as he saw the art in my bareness and
5. suddenly pointed a pen, making me lose my sanity.
i see, i let a robber stole the poetries tattooed in my skin. and because of that, i wanna punish him. are you stiff enough for another battle, boy?
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Proses with its Roses
PoetryWe all have pain inside us, inside those softhearted yet tough hearts and it's on us on how to express it, how to ease it, and how to control it. Painters grab their brushes to express. Singers grab their microphones to express. Dancers grab their s...
