I write poetry at night when I exhale sadness and inhale words.This is sorrow hidden in complex descriptions. Poetry is my kind of excrete of sorrow and I hope you find my poison somehow beautiful and readable.
I think of you.
I think of you in the very depths of my mind.
Like Lava you flowed through,
Burning my brain cells to dysfunction.
A collection of original poems and prose about Love, Pain, and Poetry.