Romance.
In my mind,
I stand in a glass room with only mirrors reflecting how stupid I look with all the maybes I've ever used for you written all over my skin.
I break and shatter the mirrors that show my reflection,
That now leave me in a room filled with darkness and a ocean full of my tears and glass that bruise my skin.
I bathe slowly in the ocean of my sorrow to get out with blood dripping all over my white carpet.
It's not stains just decoration,
No ones perfect so stop with the white lies add some color and chaos to the canvas.
Now that's a true love story.
That's my love story.
YOU ARE READING
La Vie...
PoetryLiteracy is known as a source of expression. Transforming our inner thoughts using terms and creative forms of expressions putting into a short or long story. This is my form expression, welcome to my life.
