This toxin I have for blood.
The acid that flows through my eyes.
Don't touch,
I don't want you to be hurt.
I'm made to corrode
Keep your distance tonight.
I'm giving in to my poisons, darling.
Letting go of everything that had been overflowing.
Just watch it run free, dear,
Along with my toxic blood
And my acid tears.
A poem with no meaning and sense. Just my emotions.
YOU ARE READING
Autumn Leaves
PoetryI'm fully laid with my autumn leaves. But I'd surely shed them before the eve Of the snowy, winter nights when We'd patiently wait for the spring To be alive again
