Your eyes are dirt colored and stained with trauma
Your heart is a crimson net of delicate heartstrings
Your lungs exhale the toxic smoke and it's tainting your lungs
And I still thought think that you're beautiful
I never realized how selfish I was until I found myself craving your attention
And yearning for your touch, skin on skin
ВЫ ЧИТАЕТЕ
Immutably Numb
ПоэзияI post sad poems for anything and everything. Mostly things I vent on; if you're interested, check it out
