The ribbons that us together tie
You and I
They're bloody
Like my heart, they're muddy
Ties me to the ground so I cannot fly
So I can't help but miss the skies up high
I fell from cloud nine
So I could call this pain 'mine'
And the tears aren't shy
I simply let the pain apply
This misery of mine so dear
Helps the blood appear
So here I lie
And here I'll die
YOU ARE READING
Drowning in Escapism
Poetry(Imaginary voice-over) Escapism: -The act of escaping from life, and/or yourself in some way or another. And right now, I'm drowning in it.. (Please do be aware of this, the first poems posted won't be as good as the ones posted later on, so please...
