Poems from Kittyloce
I am a young artist who is unsure of many things.however what I am sure of is that I am going to be true to myself.
You came into my life
Like an 80's sitcom
Mad annoying at first but something that soon became timeless
And at times that was to close to...
When the game is survival
It would break or drive you
To the ground
Look around to see there are no survivors
Eyes glassy lips crack skin...
Vodka burns my throat
but your name scorched my mind
So yes I rather blackout with a hangover
Then stare blankly at my hands trying to...
Call it dirty brown and dull
Mud beneath you feet
Regular
Normal
Not extrodary
Wish for the bule of the sea
Green of trees
Gray of the...
frist word "muerte"
means set this soul free
Does not belong
chained down to this world full of sadness
It is not ready
Feel pain of...