Salty tears on a blood stained quilt;
A small price to pay for insanity.
To kill and flee without any guilt;
The only way to fix an infidelity.
A knife lays by the open window;
Crimson drops scatter the ground.
Feathers torn out of a satin pillow;
No one dared make a single sound.
A bloody rose left withered and frail;
It signifies a romance dead and gone.
No better way to solve this betrayal;
Then rid who you no longer depend on.
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Dear Mentally Insane
PoetryPoetry is the writing of our deepest, darkest, most inner thoughts. When speaking isn't enough and your voice falls upon deaf ears, writing is our only refuge. Join me and experience the workings of my mind in my collection of original poems. (Credi...
