[this one's about a boy, and probably one of his friends]
i saw his friend holding a vape
some kind of drug, or imprisoned escape
all in his head, it was closed off with tape
i never heard such hipocrisy shaped
shaped with his bruises and scratches and scrapes
and grazes and bloodied with razors and blades
trembling hands he kept all curtains draped
the crimson of my heart - it holds his mistakes
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Poetry
Poetrypoems ive written!! ft. one of my fave poems ever at the beginning [by christina rosetti] [ive put stars at the top of my favourite ones!]
