Swords in my body, knives in my heart. Poison Ivy, drunk it too much.
So used of these blood stain and thunder clouds. Succumb in my eerie and darkest night.
This hypocrisy is all I know.
Tried to be kind but deep inside I'm just a broken remnants of a show.
And now I am not the one who will stay here anymore. Cause now I'm the one who will leave this metaphor.
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Unfinish Plot
PoetryUnfinish Plot is a collection of poems that talks about past, sadness, love, and hope. It is written base on my everyday experiences - from what I see and what I feel in a certain situation. I hope that you can relate to every piece of this poem. ...
