Twisted Web Poetry

Poetry written by me obviously. I still try sometimes. Life gets hard. Hobbies expand. Words lose their meaning after enough time spent struggling to speak.

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

23

I can hold your heart
And you won't know
Stealthy affection
Don't see me...
You're the stitches to
My bitterness
Watch me bleed
For once it hurts
My insides are exposed
Call me little moth
My cold blue flame
Our dreams are our own.
You sit alone
What are you hoping for?

Posted by CharlieLuckie at 2:03 AM
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