holding the gun gently against my temple,
i realized that if it was you holding the trigger,
it didn't matter.
because i had already died a thousand times,
just simply from the rotting flesh
stained from the absence of love
from you.
- zmh
BINABASA MO ANG
drops of champagne
Poetrydrops of champagne stains my skin, as memories of your lips burn with each passing sip as i float down to hell with you. DISCLAIMER: if you see any grammar mistakes, i do apologize but also let me know so that i am able to fix them as soon as pos...
