No black hearts then,
A simple goodnight.--
Some words took it,
Away, far away.--
Expressed his feelings,
Thought of himself as a faker,--
This time it was true,
This time it had meaning,--
Friendship in fragments,
Sharp like knifes.--
Willing to bleed,
Ready to dry.--
Trying to breath,
And proceeding to die.--
It's morbid with,
Blood on the walls.--
And a head on the rope,
Limp, lifeless, body on the floor,--
No essence of soul
It ran away.--
It ran,
Far, far, away.--
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Feelings And Thoughts
PoetrySometimes they dont have repitition. I post on Instagram as well. @poemsby_slanty :) Cover by @Jia_Scribbled