My dear world, I am sorry
I bleed and I cry on you. It is
Lonely up here - only ghost's souls
Company where they whisper
Gentle songs to me, for I am so
Recklessly angry I throw storms upon you
(I'm sorry).
My dear, you've ruined me!
I care and I care and I cannot stop myself
From watching over you in this blue.
I must defend my dignity,
But I lost that, didn't I?
So perhaps I will ruin you, for once.
YOU ARE READING
you are not in wonderland ➵ poems
Poetryan assortment of shitty poetry i write gratuitously in my free time.
