Her parents always drunk
Her mind always shut
Her blades always hidden
Her heart always shaken
Her cuts always fresh
because her heart is ribbon and lace
With nobody to hold on
grasping the air is all that can be done
Flying in the air going where she belongs.
Well i wrote this poem in my room so yeah i dont really have anything to say.
YOU ARE READING
Crappy poetry
PoésieSo this is (obviously) a poetry book. Most of the poems are sad. All of them are originals. If they sound like another one that already exists deal with it, its not my fault.
