#7 of poetry collection
Poem no. 7
Oh what have we become
You and me were together once so happy and young
Have you ever lost something so precious that could never be replaced
But only to be found years later, when its value has gone to waste
Now all we have left is bittersweet memories and a relationship like a lost bottle of old perfume
your lips taste of poison but your words sound so sweet You are my venom snake so sink me with your teeth Tear into my flesh and let me feel you deep Bite me hard and let me feel you drain Into my blood and pour into my veins
We weren't made of pretty ribbons We weren't a happy thing We were a tied up mess A relationship made of string Loose buttons and badly sewn Barley hanging by a thread Though little had I known Our relationship was already dea
I was an artist and i loved you like you were my canvas Thoughtful intentions Time dedicated Precious moments spent together They never last forever although we made messes I loved your imperfections I saw beauty in your everything not for...