Poems from ill_fix_your_broken_dreams_luv
If I put a curse word in my poems, would you judge them like the scars hidden by my sleeves?
But if you knew the whole story, would you be...
Blood
Used to drip.
On a paper towell.
Used to drip.
On the floor.
Blood kept drippin
Til there was no more.
Drip drop.
Whats that sound?...
In a short
Little poem
Ill tell you
Bout my life,
How i only felt safe
When holding a knife,
Scissors or a blade.
When i used music
To...
Your still in denile.
How could this be,
Lookin straight into my eyes
And you can still bare to lie to me..
Straight to my face.
Straight...
You pretty much broke me.
Hurt me and destroyed me
You pretty much cut me..
No i did it myself..
But your words, they're like knives...