Poems from Mateos
I want to be a flower.
So bold and pretty they be,
As they glance upwards into the sky
Who brought down their agony.
Cursed to live on...
Am i stupid for thinking
You weren’t imperfect,
When in reality you were.
I can’t feel the pain
Rolling over plain sands
Confused who...
It doesn't matter how you see it,
Pools of various shades in blue, purple, & pink;
Blood stains the heart
And stenches the brain
From...
No one has the right
To truly know a person
Unless they allowed you.
Assumptions aren't facts
even if you want them to be.
Instead of...
Harmoney can be
glued
crushed
taped
thrown
melted
burned
smashed
dropped
sewn
buried
marked...
but it can never be replaced.
After it...