Curse the poetic blood
No matter how much I cut myself
I fail to bleed it all away
Curse the Poets skin
I cannot tear it off
It holds everything in
Curse the Poets feet
The more I try run away
The more they dig in, rooted to the words that paint my life.
Curse the poetic tears
They bring no comfort, they blur my view and wet my pages, smudge my ink
Curse the Poets mind
At times, I dream of ways to throw it all away
Curse my poetic heart
But there is love here
And so we cheer this life on.
Mar 17, 2022
Mar 17, 2022 at 12:54 PM UTC
Curse the poetic blood
No matter how much I cut myself
I fail to bleed it all away
Curse the Poets skin
I cannot tear it off
It holds everything in
Curse the Poets feet
The more I try run away
The more they dig in, rooted to the words that paint my life.
Curse the poetic tears
They bring no comfort, they blur my view and wet my pages, smudge my ink
Curse the Poets mind
At times, I dream of ways to throw it all away
Curse my poetic heart
But there is love here
And so we cheer this life on.
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