Winter slowly distancing away
Snow like white sand.
I've been here for a long time.
Mad at myself for loving you
when I prefer wine, you prefer blood
I drive my camaro
and
you're and old rusty car
You look at me with disdain
damn me for falling for those eyes
some thousands of days before
and I'm mad at myself for remembering it's our
would've been anniversary
and the baby would have been alive.
heart made out of flesh, heart made out of bloodlust
and what am I waiting for?
to escape this war you've caused
YOU ARE READING
okay poems.
Poesíafunny story; i write poetry but hate them all. heres the ones i hate the least i tried really bad to make a good cover. i promise
