It stings and burns like fire
leaving behind only crimson ink
It is loud as writing
And water won't stop it from returning
You feel like I deserve it
And frankly, I'd have to agree
But for a couple of scars
Is it worth them staring at me?
YOU ARE READING
sugar glazed.
Poetrya collection of short and long poems that entail hopefully a real perspective on life, love and relationships with others. please read with caution, some themes are heavy so read away, darlings, or don't, after all, ignorance is bliss.
