Anger, jealousy, denial, truth
Coloring my skin
An ugly bruise
A venomous worm
A hurtful disease
Your name teases my soul
I fall to my knees
The ground covered in ice
It's sugar and spice
To the hell
In the void you created
I..created
You can't fall for the arrow
Buried in the tree
Without hating the archer
Who aims where he please
It's hard to feel mercy
When the bird attacks first
But you cry as you dig
The dirt covering the blood
You are my sun
And I am a flower
Desperate to see you
Long for your power
Hope to see ashes
Beg for a flame
Anything to end
The sight of your name
YOU ARE READING
This Feels Write
PoetryLiterally just poems of all sorts. Old ones, new ones, short, long, emotional, silly, etc. All written myself of course. :)
