Practice wallowing in your darkest thoughts,
Rack this gun because it's fired too many shots,
I have a knack for this since you left me to rot,
I crack thinking about what you wrought,
The lack of sympathy has not been bought,
Tracking your motives scorches, too hot,
You will NOT keep practicing with my love.
YOU ARE READING
Too Many Eccentricly Boring Poems, But Lovely Nonetheless
PoetryI'll be posting my poems I write and/or have written. Love some feedback. I can always do better and might redux any that people think could be better. I hope you enjoy the poems.
