You little lonely girl,
Laying with the head down
Splatter goes you,
Shiny silver gun,
Bullet in my head
Arms strayed out in front,
Oozing those sweet memories,
Squeeze out like a sponge,
Give this last breath to me,
You-not-so lonely girl
YOU ARE READING
My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
