Rotting In August Poem by Canndyy deadd

Rotting In August



Sometimes the words you spit at me sink further than anchors do at sea
It wasn't so bad until I saw you with her,
As you kissed her with those words that were meant for me.
Oh, a line of girls kissing at your feet.
It's always the good girl left to bleed
It's always the good girl left to bleed

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success