her eyes, stolen from mine
memories blanket our sighs
where are my angels today?
where can I possibly go from here?
ripped into my heart
kissed away my secret desires
my chest is a cave, empty and cold
no more reasons to breathe now
her smell clings like mutane to my skin
i'm so impossibly lost for her
she can't begin to fathom my devotion
so she rips my heart into bite-sized pieces
a/n: I should be ashamed to admit that this is loosely based on Skylines and Turnstiles by My Chemical Romance.... but I'm not.
~xobrklyn
YOU ARE READING
A Little Thing Called Death
Poetryi won't explain many of these. they are for you to work out and they'll probably mean something different to everyone. (i own these poems) ((FINISHED.))
