"picking apart
our troubling starts;
turning it into something fabricated and art.
asserting ones adoration to the charts,
would hopefully mend our broken heart.though your shameful smarts
required me a single dart
to pierce it through each parts
of our overfilling, rotten cart.'forget it, sweethearts.' —
a mere bloom to your garden of fart.
tip-toe around the liquor marts:
one taste of your tart?
tomorrow, we'll make some departs."date: 7th may, 2016
time: 23:39 p.m.
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World of Poems
Poetrytake a long, good look into my healing heart and melodrama mind. breathe in my sweet, scented words and hold them close to your bleeding, scaly skeleton aching for emotion; they'll cradle your aching soul and sing mellow lullabies you've never even...