What am I to you?
Two years have passed,
And the nagging of my heart has ceased yet,
Tears
A short poem
Blood drip down my foreheadMind grew sober as If I want to cryMinds bittered,no one could bear with meI am,I…
A poem of sorts
Forgiveness feels like an incentiveI can not earn
I see myself all black in the cracked glass
Bleh
My skin itches and my eyes twitches,Reminiscing on past wishes,Lies with the name "promises".Being sincere was my mistake,Feelings we share…