Blue lips
Pale white fingertips
The boy in the bath
Drowning at last
The why isn't important
(it is but nobody cares)
It only matters
That his
(oh so empty)
Heart
Shattered him
And left him with his sad
Remains
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Mine
PoetryJust some poems and lines that I've thought of or will think up. -when I start writing, I can go on for hours because my mind is on overdrive and nothing else matters
