More poems by PomPam

Minus

Kinda cute,
But kinda sad,
Expressionless lips,
Imperfect features.

A little bit wild,
A little bit weird,
Tied up in reality,
Too weak to break free.

Too slow,
But falling too fast,
Can’t catch her dreams,
Can’t avoid her nightmares.

Broken hearts for pupils,
Blood for saliva,
Silence is your tool,
Bottled up problems is your flaw.

Drowning minus the water,
Burning minus the fire,
Breathing minus the air,
Flying minus the wings.

A tomb of emotion,
A copy of your soul,
The rewind button is broken,
Just like your heart.

The glue is gone,
Only pieces remain,
Scarred with words,
Tattooed with love.

Poisons pollute your head,
Insanity is your antidote,
An overdose is what you get,
Now you’re flying.

But reality is your turbulence,
Breaks you down when you feel good,
A cruel fact,
You crash.
Poem by PomPam