Loving you was like
piercing a dull knife
through my chest
as I stare at a
river of intoxicated
blood gushing out
from my pitch black heart
-k.l.p
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts of a Mad Person
PoetryCollection of poems by an old lost soul. Let's keep these thoughts between you and I. Throw the judgements through the window. And embrace each other's vulnerability. It's my void of fantasy to escape the harsh reality.
