Angry, angry words
Watch me break; watch me fold
Needle and thread, flesh and bone
Spit and sinew, heartbreak is home
Your suture lines sparkle like diamonds
Bright stars to light my confinement
Would it be better than broken on the floor?
If silence is better, then there's the door
Go, if it feels better than the past go
If silence is better, then there's the door
If all good is gone, let our love blow
For all that it was worth once before.
Bright stars will light my confinement
My broken pieces reflecting on the floor
Tear your sutures in me and I'll show
Your bloody diamonds and you to the door
YOU ARE READING
Memories
PoetryFor when thoughts invade or your mind it's 5 am and still sleep won't come For when you want to shout And scream out loud For they to leave you at peace. Sometimes writting everything straight Just isn't enough. Sometimes it has to rhyme, To follow...
