My love,
My love,
Lover of mine,
We have become horrible, bloody, emotion suckers.
Look at us now as we turn into dust at dusk,
See our bones walking afar.
Soda becomes vodka,
Caresses become screams,
Hickeys become scars,
Promises become threats,
Our hungry savage souls a burning sensational .
Nobody can save us now.
We are young and suicidal in love ,
In a constant competition,
Of who will break who first.
We let emotions fly easily ,
In just one fist.
And hug the skeletons at night.
My love,
My love,
Lover of mine,
Who will cry for us now when we are gone,
For we have become horrible , bloody, emotion suckers .
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I Will Find My Own Sky
PoetryA collection of poems 4th place in Kuru Family Awards. I discovered, They were normal, Way too normal. And there I was , Just a sad girl, Dying to unlearn being NORMAL.
