1.7
You pick the pieces
out of my heart
And throw them away
without a second thought
I drink of romance
Carrying me today
for your smile
faked as a common
manipulation
To my own brain.
Head to Toe
reeking of stench
made by my mistakes,
A love breeds like roaches
in the dark
where no sound can escape.
cry for help is lost.
Groves cover empty space.
No one should leave
innocent hearts there
like i did.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
Our world