All my words must be pretty. And raw.
They must fall delicately on every reader's lips.
And leave those of the subject swollen.
They must taste like a kiss.
To those who punches have received.
They must be bittersweet.
So you might remember just a bit.
They may be short and long.
So the poem may feel like a novel and a quote.
They must be true, and sincere.
To show my ambitions and my fears.
They must be written with love.
With calm and with rage.
They must squeak in your ear.
When they're harsh but very real.
All my words must be pretty. And raw.
Like silence that stings.
Or screams that soothe.
They must breathe-
And bleed when spoken.
Be fragile as wings.
And sharp as what's broken.
I give them to you. Pretty. And raw.
A/N: My. Favorite.
YOU ARE READING
an attempt at poetry
PoetrySincerely, just an attempt at poetry in which I try to put into words all the thoughts that rush through my mind! I really hope you enjoy <3 ps. English is not my first language so pleaaasee keep that in mind, I take any suggestions you may have
