Build yourself a perfect soldier
Me, but eyes a little colder
Daily stumbling through fresh corpses
Searching, gathering my forces
Perfect posture, 12 years old
Today you missed another show
Tell me, why can't you care more?
Enough so you'd walk through the door
Cut my hair, throw me a ball
Things I don't have, I'll never grow
You wished that I would fall for green
I stopped at vodka, wine and gin
You never dreamed of baby dolls
With porcelain eyes like waterfalls
I'll never manage to impress
The big bad wolf that made this mess
Maybe I'll start to rot alive
Like you did half of your life
I found the courage to confess
The things that pain me-
But...talk less!
YOU ARE READING
FILTHY CLAWS
PoetryHer claws can shred through your skin- But oh, how tender they can be/ #2 poezii 16.08.2019 & 4.10.2019 #5 poetry 20.06.2019 #6 iubire 28.09.2019 #14 poezie 1.12.2019
