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 21, 2017

Fucking fuck

Frigid in this bed of ours
You grind your teeth
And breathe out stars
I'm yours, I wish that you were mine
You promised first
Your love's a lie

Pretend to hold me.

Posted by CharlieLuckie at 12:10 AM
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