Frosted with ice the red lushes
Petals crisp with beauty.
A stroke of pleasure as the silky
Smooth texture runs across your skin,
Washed up second- hand boy is what ya got.
All the good was used wit’ me stupid ass you actually
Think you can compete wit’ me?
Splish splash together they laughed.
A creek grew into a stream.
Clickity clank together they sank.
Ripped, torn and crushed
Over the years I am always at a
Loss. My hearts a achin’
No time to ever heal
Feeling dismay about whether or not to end my misery I shall
Ponder the question of whom I have become unfortunately.
As thin as paper, shadows emerge only with the proper amount
Heads a throbbin' heart won't stop poundin'
every moment spent replays in the mind
can't stop, won't stop all of this is wrong.
Ripples through the water, mist dampening
their bodies up high in the cliffs they sit to est
their weary bodies. Holding onto each other tight,
surrounded by mother nature trees thick disguising them
Her life stopped the
Moment backs turned against
Her, forgetting what would
Always lie ahead nd within
Pain stricken nightmare
bare arm reaching out
like a skeletons arm
old, creaky, n bland.