Isn't it lovely,
you gave me all I wanted,
all I could ask,
gold to perfect glass.
Isn't it lovely,
though my heart was stone,
you pierced through with kiss,
then you made your touches distant.
Isn't it lovely,
my skin so cold,
fists bruised,
my body so cold.
Isn't it lovely,
now I'm gone,
six feet under,
I'm finally happy.
YOU ARE READING
➳ the things i never say out loud
PoetryPoems by yours truly, because sometimes we aren't happy and that's okay. Happiness doesn't last forever, neither does sadness.
