Sometimes the words I plan out in my head
Don't come out the way I wish I had said.
But what's even worse is the way that I curse
When I don't even say them at all.
I taste them on the tip of my tongue,
The thing you taught me to hold.
That taste in my mouth was never the words, but the blood from biting my tongue.
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My Mind On Paper
PoetryA collection of poems written by me. These are for the heartbroken, the hopeless romantics, the lonely, and the people struggling with their mental health. Also, I try to add a nice picture to every chapter to take away from some deep-ness(?) of som...
