I am the sweat-
Of your game called fake.
I am the blood-
From the war you made.
I am the ink-
You used to define a blink.
I am the paper-
You used to fold and throw after.
I am the call-
You used to dial when you're alone.
I am the message-
You used to send and waste.
I am the stage-
Where you performed and acted.
I am the lie-
You've committed and forgotten like a sigh.
-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...
