i want my words to glow
in the darkest of nights
and i want my lips to glimmer
with the taste of after-fight
i want my battle to be won
in a colorful flame
because all that I've done,
just remember my name.
YOU ARE READING
chasm
Poetrysometimes things happen and the only way to cope is with ink and a page. just a story of assorted thoughts, directly out of my journal.
