You rest while I write my own demise
Desperately waiting for you to wake
To call my name and make me forget the story I made
But tonight, my dear, you sleep and so I spilt myself
Forming the darkest halves, praying that once you realize what has happened
You'll have enough will to sew me back once again
into the same damned scarred heap of mess
The disaster that I created a thousand times before
And still paint to this very day with the same shades of blue that you so dearly love
YOU ARE READING
From The Heart <3 (Poems And Short Stories)
PoetryRandom poetry? Just for practices and such, lots of them will be deleted 😂, but here's for the ones who'll stay
