There's blood in my eyes,
And water in my veins.
My tears are thicker,
Than my blood could be.
The blood in my eyes,
It's how thick the liquid emotion is,
It's how slow the liquid crawls,
And rolls over my cheeks.
The water in my veins,
It's how thin my patience has been worn,
It's how quickly it flows out from injuries,
And slides across my skin.
Bloody tears,
Just how bloodshot could my eyes get,
Before someone decides to notice?
Watery veins,
Just how much skin could I scar,
Before someone cares enough to see it?
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
