the blood in my veins turns blue
as oxygen stops flowimg through
i'm counting seconds, there's only a few
the blood in my veins turns blue
the blood in my veins was red
when i was young and i woukd torment
those who could not be read
the blood in my veins turns red
the blood in my veins was spent
whatever i said, i meant
i know that minds can be bent
the blood in my veins was spent
the blood in my veins has been spilt
don't cry over me like you don't cry over spilled milk
everything can be rebuilt
the blood in my veins has been spilt
the blood in my veins turns blue
as oxygen stops flowing through
i'm counting my seconds, there's only a few
the blood in my veins turns blue
11.12.18
jeez, this poem is crazy i dont even understand it like i know i wrote it but something took over me when i wrote this. its kind of scary reading it again because i dont remember what i was feeling then.
YOU ARE READING
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Poesíajust some poems. not all are mine. eventually i think ill delete this and organize my poems into something else and have one of just ones that inspired me, but for now theres just this, just me sharing things ive needed to share for a while
