I don't wanna write about sunny days
Or walks in the park with sweet, sticky
Ice cream dripping down your hand
As you walk with your Prince Charming.
I wanna write about dark rooms,
Abandon apartment buildings with
Spray painted walls and rat infested
Mattresses without a bed frame.
I wanna write about dark allies
And tipped over trash cans with
Weeks old food and a stray cat.
I wanna write about broken
Stories of the lost and damned.
Not love stories with fake endings.
I wanna write about what's
Real.
YOU ARE READING
Meaningless:: a collection
PoesíaI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
