Some how I get lost in it all,
Taking to pick up myself,
From the broken glass door
That been shattered time and time again, when people are begging to be let in,
so the room that they unexpectedly find,
Is the heartbeat that beats
just like my mind.
But comes crashing down
when it's time,
for my lover to say goodbye,
And when the hole in my chest is burning at a thousand degrees,
who do you even see,
a broken now woman begging to breathe.
Because the air is more like poison,
but she drinks the that tears roll down her cheekbones
because even though this is in flames,
her heart is begging
for the chance
Inhale the smoke the started from
The love
Deep in are veins
- platinum love
YOU ARE READING
In a broken truth
RomantizmThere's two sides to every poetry book, here's mine. This is the second book in the in a life time book 📚
