unuttered
everyone view's poetry
like it's something exquisite,
like it's Red wine on a fancy dinner
or satin gowns furl in the ballroom,
But it's not,
it's messy & wild & painful,
cause what we write
aren't fancy letters with waxseals
but remnants of words left unsaid.
thoughts left undeciphered
traumas we keep hidden,
they are just wounds that can't be seen
so we bled out on paper
tinting them red
but people see this red
& think to themselves
that the story is all about the rose
but it isn't, it never was
it's all about the thorns
that's drawn blood along.
© -vv
like it's something exquisite,
like it's Red wine on a fancy dinner
or satin gowns furl in the ballroom,
But it's not,
it's messy & wild & painful,
cause what we write
aren't fancy letters with waxseals
but remnants of words left unsaid.
thoughts left undeciphered
traumas we keep hidden,
they are just wounds that can't be seen
so we bled out on paper
tinting them red
but people see this red
& think to themselves
that the story is all about the rose
but it isn't, it never was
it's all about the thorns
that's drawn blood along.
© -vv