Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Apr 2020
“You devour my senseless hope in the air as I gobble down the recklessness of the wind, for just a tinge of courage to straighten my wrecked spine.
Drown my worries with your reassuring tears, and dabble in the art of dyeing the truth with bright lively colors to hide the livid and the blackening of your heart.
See me down by the creek with cold feet and ghastly grey eyes. I'll forever abide by the whisper of my lovers alluring empty words and broken promises."
CB
Written by
CB  19/F/US
(19/F/US)   
158
   Paranoid Prick
Please log in to view and add comments on poems