it's like a deafening scream,
close to your ear,
lips barley touching
the surface,
and with full force,
you are suddenly freighted.
you cannot speak,
you cannot move.
you are nothing
but a thick block,
waiting for the worse to come.
that is the life,
of a person i
could never comprehend
when i was younger.
but here we are,
in the depth
of my destruction,
i am a ticking
time bomb,
exploading at the next
big thing.
i am the heart made of stone,
going against the raging fire
that is my passions.
i am a vessel
of the roaring sea,
that crashes against
the shores of my
incompetence.
for i cannot breath,
another second,
without the oxygen
of my disheartening
depressions.
and for someone,
who craves the change;
rips the skin of her emotions
when she has to let go.
until she is bare,
bleeding,
and raw.
screaming to let go,
of the trap she's incased herself in.
- 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...
