The knife on my throat
Is telling me secrets I never knew
Telling me stories about how blood
Can boil
The rope around my throat
Is telling me secrets I never knew
Telling me stories about how choking
Is so poetic
The secrets I never knew
I never knew how much you didn't loved me
And you never knew what I had done for you
The knife in my throat
The rope around my throat
Are telling me how poetic it will be seeing you turn into ashes
The knife is on your throat
The rope around your throat
So tell me what are they telling you
- revenge is bitter
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Dead Fowers
Poesía"As I write myself I grow Cause, I know how to lick Cuts and pain So, I bloom Bloom into you" - "Dead Flowers In My Feels" is a compilation of poems through adolescence till now. I used to thought that I was a poet but now I realize I just vent with...
