With venom thick in my voice I ask you if you had seen them recently.
You smile at me, and lie;
no.
Now we're both smiling at each other,
but there's a lump forming in my throat.
And with deceit heavy on your lips you press them against my cheek and move away,
You move on whilst the fermenting mess inside my head grows bigger,
and uglier.
YOU ARE READING
Pink Blunts - Poetry
PoetryPink Blunts is a collection of my minds ideas. Let's say I'm trying to make sense of my brains none sense! Whether high or sober, our hearts and minds never stop wanting... wanting more in life, more love, hatred, lust and other things. We're all...
