My notebooks are filled,
With words about you.
Pages so ink stained,
That they're black...
Like this thing....
In my chest....
---
It doesn't beat.
YOU ARE READING
Euphoria & Woe
PoetrySometimes our beasts can't be caged up inside. Sometimes I let my demons dance free among the words that I give to you, my love. Forever for you. (I stole the pictures, that stole my heart.)
Off-White
My notebooks are filled,
With words about you.
Pages so ink stained,
That they're black...
Like this thing....
In my chest....
---
It doesn't beat.
