A Body of Words Unsaid
Inside my head, I am dead.
My veins are made of stone,
That's what you said.
Desiccation has already set in
A body of words unsaid.
Inside my head, I am dead.
I'm a warzone devoid of red
A soldier doesn't feel,
That's what you said.
Armored butterflies from within,
Make constellations in my skin.
Inside my head, I am dead.
Diamonds don't break,
And we are made of lead,
That's what you said.
Anger festers in my wounds,
An infection that has no end.
Inside my head I am dead,
That's what you said.
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Embody Me
PoesíaA series of emotional poems that aim to make your soul feel something.
