Oh, stop trying to call me now
And remind me of those days
The rose has long wilted away
The thorn still fucking stays.
You know I've been alone lately
You know I'm trying hard
And everytime I get up from my bed
My legs don't take me far.
I'm trying to make sense of this mess
And each time I get close
The knives of the past pierce my skin
And the venom in my head grows;
If only someone, somewhere had
An eraser for the mind
I'd have rubbed till I tore the page apart
And left the shreds behind.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Salt And Ink
Puisi(#1 in Poetry 14th November 2015- 14th December 2015) (5th in What's Hot- Poetry, 20th January 2016) Cover picture- grunge (WeHeartIt) "Prepared thus to close, he raised his knife, Death came later; he was stabbed by life." When my ballpoint buckles...
