I'm just a young girl with a thousand things to say and no better way to say them than this. This isn't eloquence, this is my truth. |
Fluttering
Light and frothy...
One thousand whispers that suddenly, steeply
Slip from my lips, could never compare...
I've written many of these poems
Enough to prompt Hyperbole...
I am exhausted with this sickness
That I have hidden deep within the catacombs...
The Scribbled lines, penned and signed on colder...
Intertwine, A gossamer and shimmering web of hurt...
Perfection is fatally flawed |
Don't regard a passing cloud a general darkness. |
Why is it that The KKK can exist and meet legally, but it's against the law to marry a same-sex partner? Love is sexless as well as colorless. |