I taste blood on your lips,
I see red in your eyes.
I feel crimson cheeks,
Bitten by the cold.
I taste cheap perfume,
I see shiny silver.
I feel soft skin,
Kissed by the snow.
YOU ARE READING
Forget The World
PoetryForget the world, Forget the people. Focus on me, Focus on you. Smile. A documentation of my deteriorating mental heath and stability through words.
