"uncleanable" poems
Long nights filled with sorrow and pain
Nothing to shield you from the showers of rain
Tears running down your face and blood spewing from your veins
I have but one question on the top of my brain
I was once told never take love as a game
An if you took advantage of it life will do the same
Haunting and taunting you like an uncleanable stain
Why must this knife bring my name to shame..
Some people think love isn't the answer
While others take it serious as if it were cancer
Blood replaces tears and being alive is a fear
I never knew being in love could be this real
Who knew disaster was instore this year...
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 7:58 PM UTC