This fleshy tattoo
It will never go
It won't heal
It's turning pale
Paler than me
My eyes
Are drooping
The red stains
Of the tattoo-
Stop creating
The lungs I drew
On my chest
Stopped filling
With love
My system is dying
I need to get hydrated
From love
I want to raise a family
A happy family
Love
A lovely family
If my kids ever notice
The scars I bare
I'll tell them
The truth
Because my mother always lied
And when I did
Figure out
...
i was already dead.
YOU ARE READING
I'm Starting To Think...
Poetry...that everything can come together. It can tell us what we are. It can tell us what the meaning of everything is... If you just smile, You'll see the whole world. Now just smile. {Warning: Old. Bad. Old+Bad= Very bad.}
