Words.
Words.
And more words.
What will we do.
Cry?
Laugh?
Get angry?
Your fists will crash like the explosion in my heart.
From the TNT you placed.
Your love was the lighter and the wire was the time.
It was just a matter of moments before your words collided with mine.
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
