My name is Tiffany, I have always been the odd, depressed child in my life, people feel they can never make me happy. But they do, I just don't show it.My favourite word has always been Invited(I'll keep it short) because it can mean so many things but to me only one. Try and find the meaning within my poetry. |
Why is the silence so deadly
And companionable wind move swiftly...
I am the Angel of Death
And I don't like breath...
He grew in our eyes
As a legend it goes...
Is this my home?
A scene of destruction...
Childhood spills like sand
Though a sieve...
A stranger walked among our street
With no sound below his feet...
' I will wait for you my darling,
If you'll wait for me...