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im searching for some other side some homeless home where im gone means less than letting go more of getting home is it so bad that my thoughts are showing outloud? soft only seems safe in concept im more cigarette ash, vowed to still water but a silent **** more of a secrets embodiment or just a body the more i think of it. the more i think it probably should've been me. whats a guilty conscience if you're never even conscious? darling i know it's my fault but while i sit, silent, gaudy, ornate, i feel it forming in my stomach i'm sorry i've never home anymore it's just been getting difficult to face anyone i miss our silent talks it hurts feeling so far gone if i die do you think hell could be my home?
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Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 3:51 PM UTC
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im searching for some other side some homeless home where im gone means less than letting go more of getting home is it so bad that my thoughts are showing outloud? soft only seems safe in concept im more cigarette ash, vowed to still water but a silent **** more of a secrets embodiment or just a body the more i think of it. the more i think it probably should've been me. whats a guilty conscience if you're never even conscious? darling i know it's my fault but while i sit, silent, gaudy, ornate, i feel it forming in my stomach i'm sorry i've never home anymore it's just been getting difficult to face anyone i miss our silent talks it hurts feeling so far gone if i die do you think hell could be my home?
2018 better be good 2 me bc i need a break
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Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 3:51 PM UTC
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