Swallowed the ink-
Of your glory.
Praised your hidden story.
Aimed to be your wicked secret;
Desired to be one of your regret.
I knew your mischievous;
Cruel and iniquitous.
Still, I dreamed to become your viscous spouse.
-roseesesch
YOU ARE READING
Broken
PoetryThis poem is written by my thoughts, past and heartbreaks. This is where I put all the bleeding words in my head. A broken poem from a broken pen. And this poem is not just for me. I also write to rescue those dying hearts. I write for those who can...
