Words are an escape
A way for the soul to feel free
But why is it that each word I write for you,
I fall deeper the same time my heart breaks just a bit more
Every new crack, every new heart break from every word that you spew
Is inspiration, another sentence I bleed for you
As my blood flows freely out of the fresh cracks,
It drips on paper
And you get the pleasure of reading the pain you drew
YOU ARE READING
Poems 'cause why not?
PoetryThese poems are supposed to be completely personal for only me and some for her, but why not share it? Surely, in some dimension, we all know how it feels to get our feelings toyed with, be strung along, be in pain, be happy at times too so... Here...
