If you're reading this
The darkness has swallowed me whole,
And I've lost the thread of reason
If these words reach you
Know that you sculpted this abyss
With the acrid scent of cigarettes,
The haze of whiskey on my breath
And that short disheveled hair
You were the artist of my undoing
I'm a canvas smeared with despair,
A masterpiece of ruin,
Congrats!
You've crafted the most exquisite of imperfections.
A living portrait of broken dreams
YOU ARE READING
Wilted roses from me
PoetryDelves into the beauty and fragility of human emotion through evocative and poignant poetry. This collection captures the essence of sorrow, love and introspection with a unique blend of lyrical elegance and raw honesty. Each verse/stanza explores...
