Bruises

Bruises

A Poem by Jorge Ron

She's dead

in case you all wondered at all

all day

she's gonna die

she falls

and drips from her head to below

she's buried

with grass on her head

she cries

as hands get on top of her chest

she fights

the picture is there

she sleeps

day after day in the hall

tide up

against the wall


Falling

on and on

everyday

seems old and gray

breathing

lung after lung

she can't see

she can't breathe


she's sick

from the stains on her bed

she's young

but nobody knows

he lies

different places in mind

she's nice

humble all day

she's high

with days gone by of unfed

she's crazy

she hits herself

she bleeds from the mistakes on her head

she shaves

its stings to say


Falling

on and on

everyday

seems old and gray

breathing

lung after lung

she cant see

she cant breathe


She's dead

in case you all wondered at all

all day

she's gonna die

she falls

and drips from her head to below

she's buried

with grass on her head

she cries

as hands get on top of her chest

she fights

the picture is there

she sleeps

day after day in the hall

tide up

against the wall


Falling

on and on

everyday

seems old and gray

breathing

lung after lung

she can't see

she can't breathe

© 2014 Jorge Ron


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Jorge Ron
Jorge Ron

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Venezuelan I'm 16. I like writing songs, and making music. i write about how i feel. https://soundcloud.com/jorge-ron more..

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