my heart bleeds
on purple paper
smudging the ink
until it's unreadable
it drips onto
the linoleum floor
staining the dusty tiles
until there's no more
rotting miles
YOU ARE READING
maybe i'm dreaming (COMPLETED)
Poetrya sky full of poems, none of which connect (stars without constellations) this is a compilation of almost every aspect of my life in poems, as well as some fictional elements too i hope you enjoy my cemetery of secrets -lowercase is intended for sty...
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my heart bleeds
on purple paper
smudging the ink
until it's unreadable
it drips onto
the linoleum floor
staining the dusty tiles
until there's no more
rotting miles
