I could carve out
Flesh from my bones
For your life
And I still be called
Selfish
For wanting to keep my bones
YOU ARE READING
Skeletal Poet's Sonnents
PoetryInvisible Lockets July 5th, Under the pine tree, Filling my lungs with butterflies Of your smile And sandal whispers of the ground. I must be the foolish one, Seeking for love When the cupid's arrow Struck striaght in my heart. So in love I...
Selfish Skeleton
I could carve out
Flesh from my bones
For your life
And I still be called
Selfish
For wanting to keep my bones
