Soft.
Kinder than most,
Trying so hard just to breathe
She was so fed up,
Trying to move forward
Feet stumbling along,
Crowded streets,
Strained voices,
But she was fine,
Wasn't she?
Rough.
Cigarette breath,
Oversized jackets,
Ripped jeans,
Feathers in his hair,
"Bad boy" vibes,
Too cliché for her,
Didn't care to understand,
She was over this kind of art,
Tagging along,
She was his golden retriever dog.
Opposites attract.
Caught in a blood rush,
Bushes surrounding them,
Red covering their tongues,
Slaughtered by hands,
Mouths scattered all over,
Look at the mess we've created,
She chuckled,
He was swarmed,
Butterflies on his cheeks,
She sewed them in.
YOU ARE READING
Emotions.
PoetryThis is where I'll be posting my poetry! (Cover photograph is taken by me) Most of my poems will have some triggering topics, so please read with caution. I hope you find comfort in my words, and maybe it'll help you feel a little less alone if you'...
