40/F/Massachusetts I'm no poet. I just write stuff a few people like, and that's on a good day. I would go on about how this is all my own work, so don't steal it, but who would want to? Thank you for visiting. 178 followers / 5.3k words
What have they done to my body? Why's there a hole in my chest? When did they discard what was rotting ? Where have they hidden the rest? How is it I know they are plotting To serve me up to my own guests?
I wish I could fall out of the sky into your arms I wish that between you and I there would never be harm If you could exchange a penny for a wish what would it be I wonder how many cents you would dish before it's me
If I was never good, Was I always bad? If I was never happy, Was I always sad? If I was never pleased, Was I always mad? If I was never forgiven I wish you had
If I could ***** my life onto paper, what would that look like? If I could projectile my being into words, how would it read? If I could splatter myself on canvas like the moonlight Could I finally rip it up and become me?