Jul 2017
If I were to die tonight, would they wrap me in rose petals?
Hoping the softness would bring me back?
If I burn my house down and lock myself inside will they look at my flame kissed skin and question suicide?
What if I swerve to "avoid a deer" but turn to hard into the trees?
Can a deep cut on my thigh give away my secrets?
I guess only the dark side of the moon will ever know.
Hoping the softness would bring me back?
If I burn my house down and lock myself inside will they look at my flame kissed skin and question suicide?
What if I swerve to "avoid a deer" but turn to hard into the trees?
Can a deep cut on my thigh give away my secrets?
I guess only the dark side of the moon will ever know.
Someone told me that my poetry is depressing. But I write my thoughts more than anything. This is not a plea for help, only my way of expressing my emotions.
