You were broken picture frame glass
And I was blood stained carpet
Crime scene items, taken from their place
Shoved in evidence,
Filed under Murder,
and even further filed under the murder of me.
We go together,
But that's not the best thing sometimes,
most times.
But like the one who committed the crime,
I am reckless
and I don't care if you cause destruction to me,
cause there to be blood on the floor,
because I'm not afraid of you,
just afraid of the crime.
YOU ARE READING
Lovely Words
PoetryMaybe I figured out how to write love poems... Or maybe I've just gone insane.