At last, my skin became a paper,
which you used and threw
now, im taking the terms
from the deep of my veins
to write poems, where
you caused the wounds.
YOU ARE READING
Desolate Nights | Poetry ➳
Poesia- completed {Wattpad's featured poetry} ❝ 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮, 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 ❞ ̶̶̶̶ ̶ «̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶«̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ❥ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ ̶̶̶ ̶»̶ ̶̶̶ ̶ ̶ • a collection of pro...
xxv. torn paper
At last, my skin became a paper,
which you used and threw
now, im taking the terms
from the deep of my veins
to write poems, where
you caused the wounds.
