God...
Your love is driving me insane
I'm not sure what's real
What's fake
It's much to hard to differentiate
The blood under my skin runs cold
Unless you caress me
Touch me
Make me whole
God only knows I'm not the same as I was
I'll never be her
Not ever, not again
Because I left her behind where she belonged
That mangy corpse
That dragged itself on its last leg
That kept thinking
Maybe..things will get better
But the days went on and on
She kept dragging her half dead self
To and fro
A disgusting mess
She leaned lower and lower
She almost hit the ground
When suddenly
Her blood flowed again
She felt your skin on hers
You caught her before she fell into her hole 6 feet under
You revived her from her personal hell
Yet still there was a piece left cold
Bitter and stinging to the touch
That couldn't be unthawed
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The Lost: A collection of emotions
PoesíaThis collection of poetry I wrote is mostly Free lance. Most of the inspiration is from heartbreak, so bear with me. It might get confusing, but hey it happens. Please if you use anything cite my work or tag me☺️. I'm really trying to update more of...
