I wanna write
Write about me, about you, about us
But I can't
I can't because faded memories don't tell stories
Broken pens don't write feelings
I can't because I won't be telling the world
The world doesn't take broken stories to the stars
The stars are only made for the ones that died hard in love
Not for two people that died burning with the stars
I can't because I really don't need bloody words being shot like loaded guns
I can't because these words
These words are my Seppuku
Let me bleed alone
No poetry to come
YOU ARE READING
Dead Fowers
Poesia"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...
