With these hands
I lift to you
The bleeding mess of a heart
It's still of me a part
Now covered in thorny roses
Beauty and pain
Going insane
Over coffee time spent
With a face so popular
In the public opinion of
Me
Every motion I take
I review before I make
Hope, hope it's right
I'm timid
I'm shaking
A mix of coffee and starvation
Twisted mental mixtures
With which I hope make pictures
Of happy memories
But now I question
Are you
And will you ever be
Real..?
BẠN ĐANG ĐỌC
Untold Verses (Poetry and Art Book)
Thơ CaDear reader, These are my poems written on sleepless nights and gloomy days. From love to loss, to stories of random moments in my day. This is my story, I hope you enjoy
