I hope that I'll be your last first,
Remember me, switching from blue to red,
And I'm sorry for making you cursed,
Guess I'll always be looking so dead.
I'll be your honey - closing your wounds,
But I'll always make you rehearse,
Guess I'm sorry, for the times I've consumed,
Playing my words, backwards, in reverse.
Let me be your honey,
Call me your sweetheart, your bunny.
Let me nurse you back to health,
Let me give you back all that you've dealth.
I can bring you chocolate and flowers,
I'll make sure not to make your mouth sour.
Just let your body rest and bloom,
And you'll be out here quick, so soon.
You were such a relishing beauty,
But now you've concerned to the worlds cruelty.
And soon enough you'll see the sun,
And your eyes will eat up it's beauty like none.
June 12 2022
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"Hate And Shame" -Poems of a mentally ill person-
Poetry"All of the words left unsaid, The messages left unsent, The letters burned and ashes buried six feet deep, for I could never tell a soul what I really feel." All of these poems are mine, please do NOT edit, re-publish or re-upload them without my p...
