My poems are not
Very nice
Particularly warm,
Or fuzzy
But they do resonate
With those desolate
And who prefer their words
Bloody
"All my life's buried here, heap earth upon it"
My poems are not
Very nice
Particularly warm,
Or fuzzy
But they do resonate
With those desolate
And who prefer their words
Bloody
I’m a little surprised
I wrote this
As it’s quite lyrical
For me
That is, of course,
If you ignore
The creepy imagery
How Long Has It Been Now?
From this cold embittered heart
I just cannot be prised apart
Like a leech feasting on a wound
Oh, is there any hope for me
From the past to be set free
And to love again become more attuned?
🖤
(Originally Posted 17.01.2021)