"whell" poems
Did you ever cut your skin? Not just the surface but the layers under nether. The important stuff. Whell if you haven't it's kinda scary. You know it's ganna be bad because it didn't start bleeding yet. I have a stabb wound in the middle of my hand. My whole hand is swollen. I can't move my fingers and inch by inch my pigment is turning black with shades of purple and red. It reminds me of a darkest sunrise, the way the clouds hold liquid colors that no one has been able to recreate such beauty. My hand hurts ... Bad but you know what really hurts haveing someone you thought cared treat you like **** someone that made you feel like it was ok for once but then turns into pain that doesn't feel like a knife It doesn't feel the a stabb but it feels the the biggest stabb in the back. I'm not the same person you once know there's a lot of **** that has changed and no it's not for the better you should be scared because the stabb wound in my hand hurts but I don't mine it... I can barly move it and it doesn't bother me. I'd rather be stabbed in the hand and take injury to me body than take your ******* **** and a famous pop punk band once said "we are never ganna be the same again, burry me I'm not your friend."
Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
You're amazing but
I find myself lost
I find myself inept to the possible nature
Of itself
I find myself in the midst of
Whell
Either
I till miles for you
But there isn't any seed
But I will grow from this
But you are amazing.
But I have nothing for you
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 11:49 PM UTC
a spell is broken
they stopped the whell of the mill
planets witnessed
stars are gone
is there waiting miracle
I don't know
a story
previously
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 2:58 AM UTC
I like you
Whell like you
Ya
Like you
Don't look like that
Well...
Yep
that's all i had to say
Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC