Poems from BWintersfield
Can I live without a heartand breath with a soul?Can my tender heart grow coldand my psyche turn to stone?Can I live another...
You say you’re worthless
you say you’re better
you’re a contradiction
playing games in your mind
but the fact of the matter
the plain...
Little ruby beadslaced across my skinin perfect little linesit’s so good it must be sin.
Tiny cherry dropletsgrowing on a vineof licorice...
You make my heart dropmy mind stoptime for a place swapto see who’s top
Make it all endthat’s what I reccomendmaybe it’ll mendmaybe we can...
heroes slain by their own wordsthey mean nothingyou were dead before you took your first breathand then you stole mine
make me goldenand...