Every surface covered with a thin veil of memories and dirt for us to behold.
I've tried my best to walk on these thorns and stone, but to no avail, for I keep plunging back into your deadly hold.
My tattered soul has suffered too much; I cannot keep talking to these four empty walls.
Poison embeds itself into my veins for I'm afraid this might be the last breath I take. Your words run shallow. Your words are hollow. Still, you fill my brain with poison and pain.
And I... I keep playing this sinful game, always committing the same mistakes. Always bruised, always stained, from all the times I've slipped on mud and rain.
Why must I wait for you to unchain me? Why can't I run away and set myself free?
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Yearn To Touch | Poetry Book #1
PoetryThe walls guarding your heart will crumble down to the bone. And all that shall remain are the cracks and chips upon the beating surface. Drop by drop your emotions and desires will bleed. But know that you must tumble and fall before learning to st...