Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Oct 2013
Words are only as lonely as you make them
My hands are cold, will you love me anyway?
I sliced off a chunk of my heart to give to you
But you only complained because the blood stained your shoes.

Shallow graves
Shallow hearts
Pick me ups
And fall a parts
These knees black and blue from falling down your priority list
Its time to disappear for awhile
I want to disappear.
Gabriella Jane
Written by
Gabriella Jane
435
   ---
Please log in to view and add comments on poems