Poems from rubiirenerose
Eversince I learned how to write I could not put down my pencil. As a child I have unintentionally kept writing journals that was full of poetry and lyrics.
These scars tell tales
Of memories and fails.
My pimples are the texture
To my face that is the canvas.
My curves are the structure
To my...
The thoughts inside of my head, leave words left unsaid.
As I ponder on my dreams I am embedded in my bed.
Recently it seems I live...
As I lay here in silence,
I close my eyes and listen to my body.
It is decomposing, slowly dying.
I can hear it in my pulse and feel it in...