Poems from dietmtnlou
the way you slip through my
crosswalk veins and turn them cold,
ice cold,
is the same way i can't seem
to turn loose your sweaty,
blood...
oh dear,
i wish we were wild.
the salt from your tears tastes like
acid on the tip of my tongue
the blood from your veins tastes like
sin...
when my time comes around,
hang me over my baby's ribcage instead of
replacing me with the flowers from my grave.
my baby lives for me.
my...
your eyes couldn't find anything beautiful, so instead you stared at me.
and i stared back.
I'VE GOT A WAR IN MY MIND THAT NOT EVEN ASPRIN CAN CURE IVE HEARD THAT TO EARN RESPECT YOU HAVE TO GIVE IT BUT HONESTLY I DONT CARE...