Poems from Breannahw01
A rose by any other name
Has thorns that are just as sharp.
An ocean in any other day
Will drown you if you try to run.
A bridge as...
To feel or exist
Is to know without a doubt
That you're in the depths.
Upon birth, a seed of thought is planted
And smothered in soil
Until its cultivators find
That they’re ready to water it,
That it’s time...
Whenever I'm pained
The scars on my thighs swell up
To blood red that's raised.
I wish that I could
Learn to bleed every night
But soon I'll run out.