I'm Christina. My poetry is a reflection of the reality I have made for myself. Most of my content is old but the feeling never changed. |
Your words go right through me
They tear me down in ways you can't begin to...
Your words go right through me
They tear me down in ways you can't begin to...
It seeems like I am expecting
for these clouds to fade away...
I'm falling apart in my mind
yet no one can notice by looking at me...
Color Coded remedy
Bitter revenge of irony...
These rusted bars can't hold me in
from the outside world, I am nothing more...