i. HOPELESS.
(preview).
i bleed out broken promises
in hope the bold red stains
better than the ink that runs
dry of words used up on
poetry written for you.
YOU ARE READING
yesterday's news.
Poetryxviii, april. (iv). gravestones as empty as the bodies buried beneath them. © playlist poetry
preview.
i. HOPELESS.
(preview).
i bleed out broken promises
in hope the bold red stains
better than the ink that runs
dry of words used up on
poetry written for you.
