My fingers Adorned in Cresent moons the tips Adorned in red
I thought it'd be best to wear red ya' know like I used to?
Messy red nail polish in hopes it'll mingle with my own blood So I won't notice the mess ups
Can we fight like God's, could we tear each other apart like the God's?
Or is that not what appeals to you?
Shall we go on dates? As I stab you with a butter knife at a picnic?
Making sure it's dull and it hurts more?
Or shall we kiss in the dark lit by the moon?
Shall we hold hands shall we shall we shall we
My dear I don't know how I feel so my apologies on my pathetic gross poetry you'll have to deal with the only way I'll say emotions it's best this was I assure you so I don't do something brash
Ya' know? It's odd how this is what fate lead me To. You have all really power of knowing my thoughts. Isn't that interesting, a new development?
I'm sitting on a fucking school bus writing out my feelings
I know my thoughts are darkening again
Maybe I really should except the help offered to me but my prides to high
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A man I love and hate incredibly, I'm in utter turmoil.
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Blood Rose || A Collection Of my Poetry: Pt. 2
PoetryA whole bunch of my poems since like 2021 also the reason its considered mature is because most of the poems are very deep and/or triggering yes I did copy and paste the description from rose thorns but changed the year (Quick thingy the series migh...
