All I do is think about the past
Writing poems in the sand
All I think is self sabotage
Tiny stones ache my hands
His first kiss like a snake bite
Made me vomit butterflies
Hugs until he die,
Made my eyes to cry
All I felt was ambivalent
Can't sleep at night
All I want is innocence
Can't close my eyes
Disgusting imaginations, in my mind
Heavy chest, thorns inside
Tell me I'm the one
Whom do I owe?
All I want is truth
Those memories engraved in my mind
Echoes, I don't want to hear
Hunt me every night
Letters, I don't want to read
Bleed my eyes
Until my heart stops to beat
Talking to your memories
YOU ARE READING
The Amorist's Magnum Opus (A Poem Collection)
PoetryDepending on the path that we walk through and the way we understand every single step that we take on it. There are various ways that we give meaning and deal with love and life. Consequently, it shows that the odyssey of experience is obviously no...
