-My wrist is a story,
I can’t deny,
The scars lay jagged,
in a line,
The memories surface,
And I cry,
The storm has past,
Yet I still see,
The damage it’s caused,
Cause that is me,
I fear the worst,
Is yet to come,
But all this waiting,
Has made me numb,
I count the days,
That just go on,
Every second,
That passes along,
I wait alone,
As that’s what I am,
By myself,
all I want is to,
open my eyes,
To see what’s left,
To see you,
My rose in red.-
~xRiverx~
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Random poems
PoetryJust some of my random poems, sometimes I'll put other peoples poems in with their name and if you want a poem to be put on, just message me the poem and I'll put your name down <3
