How hard could it be
To turnover a new leaf
Get a new lease
Watch and just feel it
As another leaves
Stealing off with my sanity
Well I blame idiocy
From the ruins we flea
Like falling leaves
Trailing the wind
Into the swells of the sea
Like little me
Huddled beneath
Frayed velvet cushions
Making out with hard liqueur
Smooth as your words
Burning me like your lips
Tongues slipping easily
Through sour teeth
Sharp as blades
You cut me open
With nothing but a kiss
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Dawn
PoetryA poetry collection from my writing days, words I never dared speak, that spilled into these lines. A poetry book detailing a troubled young girl and toxic relationships. Following her footsteps from hope and strength, to depression and despair. TW:...