Merry blues
Washing wounds
With my two left hand two's
Burning biles
I haven't in a while
Lingering
Creeping around till
My components mush and matter
My throat I choke
As I eat the cake you made
The closing gash stashed
Underneath the frosting
The big words happy birthday
Rose
Blooming as I grow
Thrown into a reality of pain
Disdain written on
Your wrongful faces
Known to silence what is your blood
Known to bury it under the rug
Now what was hidden was brought to
The light
You use my soul as soap
To wash your sorrows
Your wounds with
your two left hand two's
Do you
Do you understand the wrong
The wrong in which is you
Praying for better days
Though you hide in dissatisfaction
In disarray your soul
Your heart
Your mind
Opening wounds on those
Who've done no wrong
The innocence
Was washed away
with your two left hand two's
Your bittersweet blues
Your wounds were washed clean
By my two left hand two's
Stop singing
Merry tunes for you
Made my hands dirty
With the wounds you left untreated
Don't forget I cleaned
Off what was left
With my Two left hand Two's
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PoetryTHIS IS NOT A STORY It is a point of vew of people and life the things i feel that maybe others can relate no sugar coated fantasies...If you can't handel some of it i understand just be respectfull in the comments please ;) ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ ...
