Poems from PhoenixOnTheRise
the blood in my veins are the tears that cry out from the lacerations on your heart.
i see the ones on your wrist and i say to myself, "...
there is nothing more frustrating than the struggle
of trying to pop that pimple
in the middle of your back.
you reach at every angle, ...
If heartbreak was the leading cause of death,
Your knives would perform an autopsy on my back.
She pushed me up against the wall
In the middle of the hall,
And she kissed me like
she had nothing to lose,
But she gave me it...
She said "Girl, you're comin home with me tonight"
And who was I to refuse
We had a real good time
I fell in love with her smile
...