Twisted mind(s)
it takes the right heart's to understand you
To understand what is going on underneath the surface
To know why is going on what is going on
It takes the right person to know why
It takes the most broken souls to feel you
But only the most twisted minds go trough the same thing
And lord how few of them twisted minds are around
dead roses
god how much people want you
You are a dozen red dead roses
And people seem to love it
How sharp your thorns are that leave marks on peoples skin
The sweet smell still hanging in the thick are of lust and arousal
But lord you are rotten
And its disgusting
But lord how much I want the red marks on my skin to and to have the drying petals scattered around me
When its finished and it ends in the next morning as it all died
Like the rotten red dead rose you are
dry ink
no blood offer is worthy enough
To serve as the dripping ink spilled onto these sheets
Eventually drying up in a puddle of a orange brown color
But fuck yours could make me write for ages at it excites me to see
Sadly it would come to an end as you cant draw blood forever
YOU ARE READING
Yesterday today tomorrow
PoetryYesterday We fell down Today We where numb Tomorrow We stand up ~ This book is my life work, it doesn't have to make sense as long as it makes sense to me. I'm still working on it and may not upload regulary, but I try my best. I hope you like it
