PoeEternal poetry Writing


How easy it is for you to damage and move on when you’ve got Red there cleaning and licking and worshipping every ounce of your mistakes. FILTH PIGS

You made your bed
Now fucking LIE in it

Be careful where you tred
Without a spirit

Remember when you said
How I was sunlit

Our words and poems were wed
Though you won’t admit

My soul with yours was bred
And left in orbit

You stand with red
And scream “I quit”

You both left me for dead
Your love is unfit

There’s a different road I fled
You deserve all you get

© Delia Ross. 2019

By PoeEternal

I'm gone. Maybe it's like I never existed at all.

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