When i write i spill my bloodthrough my pen onto the paper.now, that i’m intoxicated by you,you’re in my bloodstreamand all of my poems are about you, babe. if getting rid of you,requires me to bleed out,then i shall die sober-without you messing me up. Continue reading Bloodstream
She was like a HeartLittle more ShatteredBleedTornedCaged under RibsBut still Beat like Perfect RhythmOn the Other HandHe was an Ocean of BloodSmoothly flowing in the Veins of ImaginationA Perfect Mixture ofCells of Love &EmotionsThe one who Quench the Thirst of Drought HeartAnd Fills her with Potion of Love. Continue reading Potion of Love
Write your heartSwallow sorrowLet your bloodBring tomorrowDrink my inkForget your oughtLeave no ifKeep in thoughtFly awayDrive your spineTry your bestWith all might. Continue reading Might
When flesh prevailsAnd spirit failsWho remains? When passions dieAnd evil liesWho remains? When love is lostAnd warm faith is frostWho remains? When blood is shedAnd near is deathWho remains? When the others fallAnd one stands tallWho remains? Can you tell who remains? Continue reading Who Remains?