May 10, 2017
A raunchy smell of cigarette smoke,
Blonde tousled hair,
Small pricks on my hands.
Lattice of ribs,
Traced by curious fingers.
Lost in my mind,
Unsteady shaking breaths
Accompany crooked smiles
With shattered hopes.
I am always wrong,
Another tally in the chart
Of unwanted hearts.
How long
Before you explain
That you part in a tart
Sorry sad song.
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Snippets From My Mind
PoetryA collection of short poems and intriguing concepts that have crossed my mind. This will be a good read for you if ever felt, lost, broken, unwanted or even misunderstood. I only intend to reach a specific group of people who may share with me, th...
