She works hard
Making dreams bigger than anything she'll ever...
They slurp oyster souls,
guillotine shrimps with...
Poems are thought hard to write
And some people aren't naturals...
Take a look at me now
Who I am...
I played hide and seek with you yesterday.
I stood in the middle of the room...
I tried to write about you today
But as I put pen to paper...
In the absolute pitch of trust-less dark;
Wanders my soul that leaves a mark...
Moonshine and flowers.
I'll get you out of my head...
Deafening sounds of silence
Result in constant chaos...
Grab her by the throat
Watch her choke...
I've always loved being the martyr
Cracked like the surface of old stone...
This is wrong.
What am I doing...