Sing me a sin,
And I’ll write you a love poem.
Ask for my soul,
And I’ll trade you some bones.
Collect all my pieces
Like baseball cards.
Tell me to leave my mark,
And I’ll give you new scars.
Write me a symphony
With the sound of have nots.
I’ll bury your sorrow
Where it gives way to rot.
Tell me you’re an animal
Ready to unleash desire.
I’ll tell you I’ve been burned
And keep away from your fire.
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Bren Smith
(Brenda Cole)
14 Followers · 5 Following
Joined 10 December 2018
25 MAR 2024 AT 0:17
25 MAR 2024 AT 0:10
Was I born with this
The part that can’t be tamed
She craves chaos
A cigarette between my fingers
A straw parting my lips
My bare feet on stone, sand, tile, dirt, mulch, glass
But she’s never here when I wake to wash the cuts, to rinse the sin, to recover the funds
Is she me or is she chemical-
30 NOV 2019 AT 20:17
It takes a strong person to remain single in a world that is accustomed to settling with anything just to say they have something.
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24 SEP 2019 AT 16:28
When I first saw you,
I saw perfection.
When I got to know you,
I saw pain.
When I started loving you,
I saw strength.
Now...all that I see
Is what means everything to me.
What I see
Is the strength to go on.
What I see
Is the courage to do anything.
What I see
Is the love to be around anyone.
What I see
Is everything I need.-