The pain begins
at the bottom of my spine,
you said feels so good against your skin.
Crawling up to
my slow beating heart,
you said you would never break.
The pain wraps itself around,
Like a soft carress, like an innocent wasp
laying itself bare on a field of roses.
The pain carves itself permanently
unto my heart towards my memories,
the pain slashes itself upon my wrists.
The pain spells your name.
And I am still.
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I seriously miss writing! Haha
This was on the spot. Is it any good or should I improve a little more (or more more? hahaha)
Have a good day folks! :)
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PoezjaPoetry has always been hard to write. But for me, there is no such thing as difficult poetry. Because I dont write to please. I write to release. ∵♔♡
