Madness
I hang on the edge of your
sanity and my madness.
-
I walk on the thin line of your
love and my hatred.
-
I exist on the brink of your
alluring thoughts and my
ugly vision.
-
I latch onto the tip of
your high hopes and my fail
attempts cause if not I might
lose any sense of sanity.
***
YOU ARE READING
Underneath My Skin | Poetry
Poetrya few poetries I've scrawled underneath my skin -» all rights reserved to the author
