collections no.7
short poems & excerpts from journals.
Two Cents
do not fall in love with people like me
i will take you to museums and parks
and monuments
and kiss you in every beautiful place
so that you can
never go back to them
without tasting me like blood on your lips
David
"to 'lose' somebody
is to have no memory of what you lost"
no heart only mind
thats where you'll reside
until next time
The devil
does not come decorated in red and
he does not sport horns
he takes form
as everything wish you've ever wished for
Belonging
when the blood of your veins returns to the sea
and the dust of your bones returns to the ground
maybe then you will remember the earth does not belong to you
you belong to this earth
and i will be waiting patiently
without making a sound
About the Creator
g.m.t
bare bones,
here are rests the things ive wrote,
to purge, to mend whats broke.
read, or dont. <3
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