I love to write poetry about pretty much everything. |
Dark shadows crept up to my bed
Blood from my chest came up to my neck...
Built a bridge over my heart
Only so you could cross it...
Can you taste my pain?
Can you feel the rain...
There must be something about you
There must be something in the way I feel...
This hopeful wisp of common sense
Has often lead me to your arms...
Vibrate
The insides...
Now
I'm something...
Rip me
Tear me...
Shades of grey
Rainbow shadows...