i look at it
with a different point of view
a twisted version,
like the sun during the night
i am the parent now,
and i burn with the hate
of my own self reflections
as watching you burn,
is like watching everything
i was built on
crumble to ash.
you should have been better,
crying every night as the tears
soak his pillow that you lay your
heavy head on.
you could have so much better,
and we could have had so much better.
but when will we learn,
that chaos isn't equivalent
to the silence of raw love.
-zmh
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drops of champagne
Poetrydrops of champagne stains my skin, as memories of your lips burn with each passing sip as i float down to hell with you. DISCLAIMER: if you see any grammar mistakes, i do apologize but also let me know so that i am able to fix them as soon as pos...
