Jan 2017
heavy metal tears wait at the edge of your eye
this heavy metal heart cries riffs of blood
the surface of your finger sways storms of stories on strings
every beautiful bruise makes a drop for you to sing,
into showers of stories,
into the hurricane of a song
sung every august, heard every june.
this heavy metal heart cries riffs of blood
the surface of your finger sways storms of stories on strings
every beautiful bruise makes a drop for you to sing,
into showers of stories,
into the hurricane of a song
sung every august, heard every june.
Of course, its about a boy i once loved.
(19/F/India)
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