Because nothing ever ends in poetry It ends in blood and tears We make it poetry.
It ends painfully Painstakingly.
But we turn it into beautiful melodic words Turn it upside down, Spin it around, Wrap it beautifully While we sit in suffering. Hoping that our pretty little words Cover up scars and wounds Hopefully heals something we thought never would.
Care to much it hurts ,can't seem to notice it's killing you inside but you try to ignore It, wake up in the middle of the night can't stop wondering if she ever felt so awful,to do nothing but to explode.