Blood doesn't mean anything anymore to me.
I wish black and blue ink
Would drip from
Every wound of mine
And pool together
To create
A Tangle
Of
Pain,
Pleasure,
Purpose
And make poems
Out of words
That means nothing
To anyone
But myself.
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-Ira
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Inked Soul
Poetry❝ Don't be scared to write in ink. Bleed your thoughts, Let it carelessly infuse Between the spaces of blank paper. ❞ - I n k e d S o u l An assortment of short poems. Highest rank :- #01 in Poetry Cover by :- LovemeLovemenotAG ● ● ● Please do n...
