You taste like vomit but you look like a flower,
You act like you're harmless until you're in power.
Eyes wide shut, I've opened my mind,
You're the only relief I can find.
It's been seven years, but not much has changed,
These memories lie on my skin and inside my brain.
Red relief, other colours are there too,
I'm not sure about myself, but how are you?
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
ŞiirI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
