Sometimes when i daydream, i end up jotting down phrases. Here are 4 random phrases and poems i have written this April.
I guess it could’ve been so much better
if we met and looked at each other’s eyes
nodded, and went on our separate ways
but we started a fire
and burned along with it
we went against all odds
for a love story
that never should’ve started
and expected to leave blood stains
but i bled poetry instead
The ability to feel something aside from pain probably went with you when you left.
That’s the thing with wounded girls
they blame the situation
and even themselves
but never the boy
who has always been holding the knife
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