We don't put roses in our albums
We know they'll die and turn into ash
We don't look into the eyes of the dead
But the living scare us even more
Because we've been through so much
And pain has a way of never letting go
We want to heal each other's wounds
But we end up causing more
We'll burn these albums some day
Instead of hiding them under our beds
Monster don't lurk in closets
They live in the backs of our heads
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Hearts
Poetry"You either get it down on paper or jump off a bridge." - Charles Bukowski Just snippets of stories I can't seem to get out of my head. All cover credit goes to the wonderful @mydearcc
