Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I carry too much crazy for anyone to love made entirely a broken I'm no pretty porcelain Dove my mind is a cow's disco from my past and whirlwind full of chaos that cuts me on the glass my heart is hollowed emptiness they bled they bled this b**** so dry but still she beats and sympathy for the soul that she just won't cry despite the womb she carries the pain that ever there she wishes it on no one so she takes it everywhere