I got a really bad disease it's making me beg on my hands and knees so take me to the emergency. cuz their seems to be something missing from me. let them give me drugs and tell me about the pretty things. let's take me to the pharmacy and medicate me. I think of found an other cure and she shines like a bullet and tastes like magic. I can't stop feeling insecure but her magic lips get rid of that. her hugs make the tears into laughs and the cuts into smiles. the wind into breath. my cold eyes into warm ice. she's become my everything my everyone my dreams my life my faith and my own personal Jesus
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my butterfly
Poetrypoems I write poetry is like my only escape and way to deal with shit going around in my life. Much better than cutting in my opinion so yeah they may not be the best you have been warned
