Tried to see the beauty in me
(Blunt poetry )
“Let me speak of thy lips that I desire all for myself!”
There is plenty of time to sleep when your dead So, go and live life, get out of your bed.
My gift with words is a blessing yet a curse. Soothing wounds for some or mentally making someone go absurd.
My words have healed but they have burned. In the end they all have meaning whether they ...
“Let me speak of thy lips that I desire all for myself!”
There is plenty of time to sleep when your dead So, go and live life, get out of your bed.
My gift with words is a blessing yet a curse. Soothing wounds for some or mentally making someone go absurd.
My words have healed but they have burned. In the end they all have meaning whether they ...