I feel a painful little sting in my chest directly over my heart and it feels terrible in my mind. The saying, "Sticks and stones may break my bones- but words will never hurt me" is a lie. A truthfully painful lie. My words hurt me everyday and I can't make it go away. My poetry haunts me, how? I really can't explain it- but I can never escape my thoughts, my feelings, my dreams, and I hate that to the highest degree... |
Barry cried all night, he could not let her go.
Sara had a dream but she threw it out the window...
A bleeding heart perched on my shirt.
I pick out the glass peices from my chest...
Another day has come and gone.
I carved a heart into my arm...
Pulsing lines and bleeding seams
Of sewn up hearts and supportive beams...
I need to learn to love again
I spent forever in the dark...
Another day has come and gone.
I carved a heart into my arm...
Freindship is like a promise ring.
Precious beauty it holds...
-The window in your wall is not a special place
The picture on the window shows a special face...
When the well is dry-We know the value of water |
I regret having to met you- |
We hold back tears while we get shamed, and the whole world laughs, Yet-when something bad happens to THEM we can not help but laugh back. |