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.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Wounded

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
And it hides beneath my clothes
Gruesome and domineering
Parading nightmares just for show
Rippling tides of emotion
Sketched like the poetry of skin
Using bitterness as inspiration
A testament to whispered sin

Posted by CharlieLuckie at 4:55 PM
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