Poems from waterloggedporcupine
With words
I'm not very good
With you
I'm not very good
But I know
And I understand
Why it is so
But
But I don't want this
I'm tired...
There is naught but a whisper
A tendril of hair
A piece of mind
And a tail of dispair
Here be red splatters
Dead matter
Sleepless powers...