Wishing I could fill this void
with Whiskey and Wine,
But it flows out in rivers,
down my face,
leaving me empty
and drowning me
over and over again.
~L.Y
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Bleeding Poetry
PoetryOur hearts bleed poetry when we fail to speak. So we bleed our emotions on to paper, in the form of words. Our deepest emotions spilled out on a single page and for a moment all we do is feel.
Whiskey and Wine
Wishing I could fill this void
with Whiskey and Wine,
But it flows out in rivers,
down my face,
leaving me empty
and drowning me
over and over again.
~L.Y
《~~~~▪︎¤▪︎~~~~》
