This poem was written just before "that time of the month." As if you couldn't tell. My poems can get dark around this time.
Spun – down wings
Draped in ivory webs
Studded with pearly lace
Dipped in bloody flames
And ashy wails
Cursed to forever bear my pain
Alas, my angel
I regret your fate
As the deepest of throes crown our hearts
Day gone and locked behind hell's gate
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100 Peices of Me
PoesieThis is a collection of poems that I've been writing since I was ten years old. They encompass many things that I go through in life, and many of my thoughts. I hope you enjoy it. Edit: It gets better as it goes, the first section of the book is fro...
