Compose
Compose is a strange word for this
Making my own evidence
Scars on my heart take shape
Words on my page bleed out
No rhyme or reason
Only the arcane
Compose is a strange word for this
Making my own evidence
Scars on my heart take shape
Words on my page bleed out
No rhyme or reason
Only the arcane
Jet's first poem! I never thought I could be so angry that I start to see red but somehow you forced me to this point, I looked up to you once upon a time but now those times are gone as you’ve hurt my friend in such
Shots of joy Glitter scatters in my belly Liberated and adrift I yearn to touch the knife An idealized future A dream takes shape A temporary high The cake is baked Another slice Raw nerves exposed Numbness follows suffering More files for my cabinets Mistakes are a promise living makes
Little Shroom Pequeña seta argenta, bañas de plata con esporas de tinta el papel alba No te rindas nunca con la poesía 👍
Stick to my senses Liquid gold babygirl Baritone voice My inner world swirls Wrap me in knots Steel arms like vines Fall in love with him Restart my mind Flood my veins with memory We're off to a dishonest start Uncover a sheltered yearning Cocoon my injured heart