I'd be willing to shed blood,
not that I'd have to,
but I'd fight for you, and
every single drop
would be worth it.
I'd remember my purpose
just when I'd catch my mind
thinking about the sharpness
of this needle sucking up
the life from me to you.
Just when I'm about to faint,
you'll be thinking I am dying,
well, I ain't;
needles cannot kill me,
surgeries cannot modify me.
I will only truly die
when you give up on me.
- Crimsyy♡
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Ramblings Of A Storm
PoetryI am a lightning bolt , and I know you can't handle me, because you're afraid of drizzles, but I'm the entire hurricane, suffocated in flesh and bone, waiting to unleash itself. Crimsyy Copyright 2016 #1
