They say you're lucky if you become an
artist's subject because you'll live forever
Pieces of you would remain even after your death
Your fragments may be in ink, paint or marble
I want to make you a part of a story where I killed you
ESTÁS LEYENDO
How A Poet Bleeds In Ink
PoesíaA grieving poem full of rage, regret and affection dedicated to the person who unknowingly made my in-love-teenage world fall apart.
