even when time moves backward,
i'll still be here.
waiting for something to happen.
even when i turn to bone, engraved into my skeleton,
it will be my story, my plea
until then, I'll bleed letters from the wounds,
that reside on my body.
suddenly appearing as i was waiting.
a single drop of blood creates my art,
my life.
my amalgamation into something beautiful
a picture is worth a thousand words but,
a life is worth a billion more.
even as if comes to an end.
there won't be enough letters in the alphabet,
words in the dictionary to make up who i am,
who i was.
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loss for words
Poetryevery day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, b...
