Like two sides of a flipping coin
Like burning matches adjoin
We fit together like social misfits
Reuniting on senseless wits
So thats how this story goes
With fewest tides but utmost lows
Maybe a lost puzzle this is
For all i know, everything is show biz
That subtle tux doesnt match your eyes
That striking look, all laced with lies
Spare me from that perfect shade
Or could this be heaven made?
YOU ARE READING
• tainted •
Poetryi wonder if there's pride, i wonder, there's remorse my heart's a burning drought, my feet, a broken hose? glass beneath my toenails, are all those tears painted? there's dust behind the veils, or am i just tainted? [poetry] a third eye aesthetic fr...
