Scratches

Novadose

Could you see? 

The marks all over me.

No?

You saw blue. 

Crystal clear

But as you got closer,

To the depths of me.

There's red, its murky, it's just not meant to be.

History is fickle.

It lends a hand.

In the destruction of me, it's in high demand.

Every inch of my soul

Is bleeding out of control, it spilled on you. 

For me, its too good to be true.

I am angry. 

So i am alone.

 

 

 

  • Author: Novadose (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 7th, 2018 21:51
  • Category: Sad
  • Views: 22
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  • Nicco

    You gave me goosebumps. I can throughly relate.



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