Oct 02, 2020 | Rating : | Written by Mel
LYS Read Count : 122

Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A
Nails bitten to the bed
Unwashed hair and 
streams of black mascara 
Whiskey in my blood
and ink on your hands
You have no past 
and I have no future 
So forgive me when 
I say I wish I could forget
the sleepless nights that
left their mark and have 
aged me like the 
rings on a willow 


Comments

  • Oct 02, 2020

  • You really do paint quite a few images with your pieces. Quite enjoyable.

    Oct 02, 2020

  • good

    Oct 02, 2020

  • Nice one.

    Oct 02, 2020

  • Nov 10, 2020

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