The Body of TextA Poem by nmpsr14my blood is the ink in which I use to pen my thoughts it's punctured so deep and is in risk of falling apart the words never seem to linger, never seep deep within the canvas of my skin in which I live in the lines sting at times and they consume my insides the words burn on my soul but they fade over time and the pages they flicker like stars in the night never-staying, ever-moving, but glowing oh so bright my heart is the tool in which I can write
of despair, of hope, of anger, of life © 2016 nmpsr14 |
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