I picked my poison
And it's you
I'll sign you up for treason
Yes I do
You were coursing through my vein
In the bloodstream
You were a thought repeating in my brain
You were a dream
But I knew you weren't
Venomous you are
Slowly infected
My mind so far
Venom was directed
Some place near
Some fragile part
Somewhere dear
It was my heart
Now read it starting from here
YOU ARE READING
a small book of poems.
PoesiaAll the following poems are made by me Hope you enjoy! Suggest topics in the comments and I'll update as fast as I can! ****DISCLAMER*** I do not own the photos. Owner is in the photos. PLAGIRISM IS A CRIME. SO YAH. ONE PIECE OF AD...
