Blood drips from arms like ink from a pen,
Bruises sprout upon limbs like a growing fruit,
While tears pour down cheeks like rain falls from the sky.
YOU ARE READING
Dark Poems/Thoughts
PoetryA book about poems and thoughts we all have and can feel and relate too.
Like (21)
Blood drips from arms like ink from a pen,
Bruises sprout upon limbs like a growing fruit,
While tears pour down cheeks like rain falls from the sky.
