(Clark I'm sorry I hacked it again but this is for you!)
Hand in hand we go
Through the night filled with hope
Dancing to the melodies of pain
Suffering from lifeless metal again
Wiping your tears
And seeing something new
Your lips look soft and kinda blue...
Your drowning in stress. Nothing new.
Your mother forces you to put on a dress
Delicate touch but yet so fragile
Your a piece of art work I'd frame
Your body perfect. But your. Untamed.
Your caring heart. And truthful smile
Brings me joy and peace for awhile.
Up till dawn talking with you.
Happy to just be with you!
Thank you for being my best friend!
I love you!!!
YOU ARE READING
Loud Pøetry Spilled From The Quiet Soul
PoetryAll of these are mine. Not the Internet. Trigger warning. (Self mutilation, depression, anorexia, etc....) And my apologies if they aren't even slow to Bukowski or Anything....I just wanted to try
