The cup of my verses is full of blood
The story of my words is so hurtful
The sonority of this text resides in the suffering
The color of these words invokes bad luck
The white and the black good and the evil the duo
Ying yang mourning our only fear and plagues
Oh sad poetry played by the muses of Lucifer with a bruised heart
Where life no longer resides
only death the pain
Oh oh poetry I'm afraid
Afraid that your words can never rock me
Oh poetry, oh poetry helps me pour
My tears
About the Creator
Jean Bernard Dessources
I have a 4 year old daughter . I use writing to bring out everything that hurts me . All my texts are part of what I'm going through:my loneliness doubts fears broken heart . Please read and encourage me by leaving your comments.
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