On the bathroom floor,
Glass shard in hand,
It catches the light,
Is this the end?
And the tears, they
Bounce off the glass.
Shutting my eyes, I’ll
Just make this fast.
Month: November 2020
[Poetry] Pretty
She says she’s not pretty
But if only she knew
The way I bite my lip
When she smiles with hers
The way she teases me
Like a taboo.
[Poetry] Eternal Love of Dream
I was born from chaos
For a life of blood and war,
Of loneliness and duty.
They envy the power
That flows through my veins
To a heart seldom used
And forgotten.