Dirty nails, drooping vision
A mountain of sins to claw,
Out our guilty brains
Scratching our own wounds raw.
Black and brown all around,
Can't find fucking 'How?'
This shitload of sorry,
Wouldn't fix anything now.
All you can do though,
For that ignorant clock,
Is look for blood to push,
Kinda stop its tick-tock, tick-tock.
Our cold rhythms may stop,
But what will cut out our guilt?
In a thirst for all things straight,
This world is slightly tilt.
Gravity is pulling down,
Our minds and our plans too,
So writing I am out my pain,
Hoping my salvation might pay you.
~khushi
05th August,2020
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Did I tell you guys I'm in love with Zayn and Harry???
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Debris Of The Heart( A collection of Poems)
PoetryNever come to me with tears in your eyes, Mind with regret, remorse and lies.... A collection of Poems for those who are lost. Witten by: khushinine000
