I know.
You're in my vains.
You're poison.
I know.
I know.
I tried to cut you out,
But you are mixed with blood and plasma,
And that's something I need.
I know,
I know.
Everything is better for you,
But nothing is good enough.
And I guess dreaming,
Is far different than believing.
I know.
I know.
There's 26 petals,
Rose petals.
They're scattered like,
Sentences amongst these wood floors.
Even if I'm tied up,
You've placed me by this window.
And, for a moment,
I can feel the sweet early morning air,
For a moment this reality,
Is as beautiful as you say it is.
26 petals,
Convinced me chains are merely,
Part of my past.
Chains are merely part of me,
And I am beautiful.
I know.
I know.
YOU ARE READING
Lillies and Ghosts
PoesíaPoems for the young, the restless, or the mad. These are my words to you, always and forever~