Stings my pores, and bleed me dry.
You lift my body to the sky.
Dig a hole to fill with bones,
Embelish my corpse with roses and stones.
Who could have put me this far under?
My love for you was loud as thunder.
On your knees you scrub the tile,
It just won't fade.
You're in denial.
YOU ARE READING
Take Apart My Head.
PoetryMy mind is full, so I release it on paper to empty my thoughts.
