He cut himself with angel hair and baby's breath,
Crying out, the echo,
Cries right back,
I told her how I felt,
My heart on the floor and not hurting anymore,
Not pumping blood it's still.
I'm a ghost in her life now.
YOU ARE READING
Into The Abstract
PoetryPoetry and thoughts that have plagued my mind. Not all of it was saved, but some of it was, so here it is lovelies.
