Was an open book, tell me what'd you find?
Written secrets, can you tell me what is mine?
Turn the pages slowly, read my life since nine
Paragraphs don't end here, I die in every line.
Words are enough to describe me
But they are not enough to conclude
Cease these words, burn the book
Can it burn the pain that I took?
I don't need a diamond, my poison pen bleeds
Even if you cry, these thoughts won't recede
Do you think your violent purple will leave a stain?
I'm sorry, no spaces left, pages are already colored in pain.
YOU ARE READING
Lost In Me
Poetry"Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are all noble pursuits, and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for." ― Dead Poet's Society Holding all my thoughts, presenting a collection of poems...
