Don't worry. That sting?
I'm used to it
It doesn't hurt a single bit
Quite relaxing actually
And I carve the words into my skin
I will never forget you
And a thousand strikes goodbye
Saved up from every time
My love for you is endless
But unless you change your ways
To how they were those early days
You won't hear from me again
And I'll tread this disillusioned path
Towards whatever messy fate
My future holds in store
And you can call me when you're finished being stupid.
YOU ARE READING
Beauty in the eyes of a Dreamer
PoetryThis poetry collection serves almost as a diary of every thought and feeling said and unsaid that I felt the need to write down since I started it. There are also a few random pieces in there inspired by books and songs. It probably says a lot about...
