mixed weather
it was pressed together
another sleepless night
of flying mind through the sky
these poisonous ivy
is crawling on my body
dealing with sting
and scente of it
can't forget those nightmares
on fridays of april
crumpling papers
like it was a plastic wrappers
"bite the poison ivy,
create anew imaginary
release the novelty
as it was the beginning
these poisonous ivy
touching your body
like you made me believe
that i am hitting the ground
angel from the skies
landed through hell
my belief is gone
i am going to fell
these poisonous ivy
with these poisonous insects
biting me into pieces
while seeing you with her
kisses of mine
i believe it was,
"one for the money,
two for the show."
can't believe
you made me believe
can't believe i was pressed
with the sadness beneath me
the poison ivy grows in pain
you were so vain
droplets touches me
as it was raining
these poisonous plants
waiting for a time
to bloom and die
to bloom and die
YOU ARE READING
sleepless nights
PoetryEvery night, I think, I write and cry. All of my sleepless nights, I became more productive, self-harming, leaving scars on me. After all of that, I realized and told myself, "Do you think all of that was worth it?" While my tears crawling down my f...
