"tears of blood
seeped through clothing,
and dripped painfully slow
until it reached
the stained floorboards.
reaching above,
trying to clutch
onto her so-called destiny.
it wasn't going to happen...
not this time.
not anymore.
for she had sinned
everybody she touched.
she was an angel at heart:
honest.
but misunderstood her part
in this play as promised."
date: 21st august, 2019
time: 18:27 p.m.
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World of Poems
Poetrytake a long, good look into my healing heart and melodrama mind. breathe in my sweet, scented words and hold them close to your bleeding, scaly skeleton aching for emotion; they'll cradle your aching soul and sing mellow lullabies you've never even...
