by Lady Nik Apr 21, 2009
category :
Miscellaneous /
Misc. poems
I've been from here with happiness, to down with the sickness. Up with the violence and there with emptiness. Now I'm standing still and breathing in. I'm me and I don't need to pretend. I've learned to make my bruises beautiful, because they outline me. I can be as delightful as a sunset and as destroying as the sea. |
by damont
This poem is different in style form and the words are very deep its intruiging when you actually read it. i like how you began the poem which is different from any poem i've seen and i've seen alot keep writing |