and like the moon
she had a side of her
so dark that even the stars
couldn't shine on it
she had a side of her
so cold that even the the sun
couldn't burn on it
a/n
so somebody commented saying if the poems i put up are mine
um of course there mind why would i steal somebody's own poem
i put my thoughts and pain into these poems that mean very to me
so to answer your question yes these are my poems.
and let's forget that little rant
i'm 9 months clean guys
ESTÁS LEYENDO
the suicide mind
Poesía"and you left me with bad habits like cracking my knuckles and wearing your sweater because the smell of you still lingers. you left me chewing at the skin of my skin on my lips because maybe just maybe if it's gone the taste of you will be too, but...
