19th June 1:06AM

My skin doesn’t feel real,

As I touch and stroke.

My head pounds fast

And hearts tired music,

Of the beats that passed.

24th April 4:56 PM

Blistered nails

Chipped and old

Black and cracking

Worn of wearing

Signs of tickings

Done and dusted

Weaving with

That warmth

A’ prickling

April 5th

Juxtaposition.

Your soft lips leave rough scars

Forever’s grip walks away

A bliss horror of

Leaving and loving

Goodbye will always return

i found some old stuff

i'm going to post some of it....