I am not a piece of cake,
I am a piece of war,
make up your mind;
I want to know if you
are worth fighting for.
Own the right razor blade,
and shave away our mental sanity,
so that we earn a piece of paper;
Now we are worthy.
Clutch my heart strings,
say you are willing to stay,
pluck away your shyness,
I'll discard my dramatic;
I guess right now,
the less time we're together,
the less we'll need to heal...
Then maybe when all this
turns into dust,
it won't sting as much.
- 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
