It's honestly a little bit scary
how he rips out my heart with his hand
And how he crushes it like sand
Spilling from his soft fingertips.
Our hands made a red-tinted sandcastle
The crimson walls of our empire
Where blood spills blue
And where grass grows purple.
Where people soar
And where birds walk.
Guarded by bloody castle walls
Is our fake little paradise
Created from my misery
Created from my rejected redemption
Created from my bloody heart.
My agony holds these walls
That's how they stand so tall
Our fake little castle
Built with bloody sand and mud
Washed away with the waves
Never to been seen again
By those who live in reality
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Book of poems
PoetryThis is just a book of some things I've jotted down. I've written over a million poems but I'm only gonna post the ones I think are the best. I try to make things relatable so that you guys can resonate with what I write, but sometimes it's just pe...
