Poems from introspectivebeet
When I die,
Please don’t cry over me.
Because I will not be able
to wipe away your tears.
You know I’ve loved you,
Always,
Until the day I...
Life isn’t poetry,
But our hands lock together
Like puzzle pieces
And our hearts intertwine
Like vines on a fence.
We’ll never be as...
She flirted with death.
So did he.
They both smoked their life away
They both tried endlessly to kill themselves
But their parents wouldn’t...
The way she smoked
Those cheap-ass cigarettes
That left a bitter taste in her mouth.
The fireball whiskey
That burnt her throat all the way...
I’ll never forget you.
I can promise you that.
That’s probably the only thing I can promise.
Until the day I die,
No matter how soon or...