"spreed" poems
I see every brake
I see every faulty
I see every heart brake
as your coming at me
don't you look into my eyes, don't you look into my , don't you look into my eyes and spreed your lies
I see every heart brake and the pain that you make
Every broken heart beet and the songs that you sing
now I don't know if your going to stay this way
braking faith and making me repent
who are you
and who am I
every time its just another lie
Mar 23, 2015
Mar 23, 2015 at 6:34 PM UTC
The day my lover died,
the room painted in red.
What was once love; love-deprived.
Colorful memories broken into fragments of red.
Gun pointing at me, emotions freed
My lips; sing the song we once sang.
Nerves twitched and muscles spreed.
Silence responded after a loud bang.
You died in my heart the day you walked away.
And I've never believe in reincarnation
So don't come back saying 'I am sorry'
The day my love died; memories now imagination.
The day my lover died.
What was once love; love-deprived.
- Wesley West
Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 8:49 AM UTC
uppers and downers
feed the human machine
popping tiny missiles to
launch at rocket spreed
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 1:23 PM UTC