I could see your scars from a mile away
How could I not when they were written across your face
This hurt you try to hide has caught my eye
This hurt you try to hide is also mine altough I can not critizise for I never where it with pride myself
How could I?
Darling hold my hand and we can send this hurt back to hell. We both know quite Well that's where it belongs. Let it haunt the damned souls who had done us wrong. Hold me tight. I might be tempted to follow it down. Old habits, old friends are hard to be without. Yet change is good so I'll let you stay. A new addiction to replace the last is hardly healthy. Now won't You please make me eat my words but I doubt you could possibly be anything but harmless. And if you want to leave please don't kiss me good bye because I might be tempted to follow you down.
YOU ARE READING
It's poems and shit
PoetryThis book is mostly shit but I keep it posted because it's a accurate representation of my progression and changes in my writing over time
