Friends are strings,
that wraps
their fingers
along your veins,
and you can't
hardly breath.
They either
choke your neck,
or kiss fake goodbyes
on your cheek.
Some has knives
behind their back,
stabbing you
when you don't see.
Just be sure
you're used
to seeing red,
and used to
having to bleed.
YOU ARE READING
Stardust
PoetryStardust (n.) - For we are all specks in this world full of lost souls and broken hearts. - In which a young, ink-stained girl, talks about the thoughts that haunts her. --x full synopsis inside. immerse yourself in an uncanny girl's deep ocean of t...
