Poems from bluebearriesandcream
It burns.
My eyes are burning.
It hurts,
When you want to cry.
It bleeds.
My body is heavy and warm.
Crying is nice.
It's safe and
Warm....
(Disclaimer: This poem does not insinuate I engage in incest.
Mention of sleeping with my brother refers to times in the past
that I have...