Poetry Blog by The Black Bile (Moving)
it can rip your heart away.
it points the way to your grave.
Every lie I ever told was true,
like all the smiles I fake for you.
my layers of achievements’ truth.
it puts the blood upon your mouth.
it’s washed upon the ground.
Creases cut into a romantic brain.
We spiral down.
Romanticize a prayer
Sunday 26th May 2019 3:05 am