Poems from treasureep
What do I do in a world where your scent was the best high around?
Intoxicating and uplifting.
Now I'm gone. No pupose. No sunrises.
Only...
My man.
My Jack Sparrow searching for his Treasure.
My Wolverine.
My X-man.
My ex...man.
My ex-man was nothing but a little boy who was too...
She is a girl. Broken. Scarred.
She comes to you with a heartbeat as erratic as a suicide bomber.
She is that beautiful tornado racing to...