My heart is wrapped in barbwire,
it makes me bleed poetry.

Once I grew roses, but now
I grow barbwire with weeds.

Wildflowers of agony bloom
for me, around my ruins it
strangles hate and pain for me.

Like porcelain, my heart is shattered
laying at your feet, but my barbwire
came to release me from your damage.

Barbwire that's me! 😘

I'm a reminder of everything you lack,
your my ruins and damage, you are my bruises, you are the scars that
make me stronger.

Barbwire kiss, I have your wish
now bleed for me and leave.

My roses are fresh, my weeds are
just as deep as my barbwire kiss,
and my pain is on your lips.

You'll never forget me,
I'm barbwire baby.

©️ 2025 By Amanda Shelton