lace me in old poetry
deep my nose in white dust
make the smell of my lust
infiltrate your disgust
my fingers around fags
and my cloths
worn like old rags
the irises of my dim eyes
fixated at the bright stars
i wonder
if I take a step outside
and I let the wind slide in
if i leave this confined heaven
and let maledictions come in
let the world filter my eyes
with the witches potion
as I carry myself
to ethereal damnation
take a step to this sudden gaiety
the open symphony
dance to the rhythm
of the worlds caricature
take part in others people's
cursed nature
chastise my opportunity
to lay with my dignity
i wonder
would I be free ?
would i be me if I behave like the others ?
Perhaps I'd be normal
like everybody else .you see,
Perhaps I'd be sane
once again .
YOU ARE READING
queen. |✓|
Poetry(POETRY ABOUT MOTHERHOOD & LOVE ) You whisper "My queen " and I can only stare ahead because there's nothing for me to say except think of how much I'm dead Think of how so far gone I am I'm loose in touch with reality because I still see you sc...
