Im an opened wound A vulnerable vein
Begging to be closed Every word you spoke was a fatal infection
A virus that keeps seeking a new host and after its killed me it'll leave me
Hoping for more than morphine
Feigning for you
the only cure.
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Letters to Me
Poetrythis is a collection of poems written by me. Please feel free to leave any constructive criticism in the comments I'm always open to feed back.
