-- you didn’t see anything yet.

Yeah, he touched my blood with his Threats.
He brought his flood to my rights without regrets.
His tongue is covered by mud and his
malice is full of sweat.
And you have to know that,
He is a lonely bud that you can't love or forget.

No one reads poetry
on Sunday mornings.
So I don’t post on Sunday’s.
until late afternoon.

But here’s a tidbit for ya!

Roses are red violets are indeed blue
Life is beautiful and so are you!

Love
Is
Born
Where
Fear
Ends

©️Sobbingsoul

We write out secrets in our art
so the dark can tear us apart
every lie, every lust, every slight
Just so we can sleep at night