Your words are a blustering wind.
Aggressively blowing, but un seen.
Each rocks it throws, I bleed
Ventures down under my skin
It crawls like a lion in my veins.
Screaming how much it pains.
Never stops, never breaks.
Poisoning every road it takes.
But why do I still stay?
Burying my own grave.
Do I say im a masochist?
Because your arms I feel safe.
Embracing the chains of thorns.
Letting myself fall for this hole.
Like the gates of death have been shown to me,
Each time you neglect every time I speak.
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Poetry Of My Life
Poetry"Poetry of My Life" this is the compiled collection my poems, and these poems are based on my experiences, well some of it I guess, and some just came out of my mind or I was inspired to make a poem about it. I’m not an expert writer so don’t expect...
