The room was that of pastels tainted
with the shimmer of iridescent whites...

*before you read this poem you must read in this...
1...

He glances around
and sees the face in the crowd...

I'm hiding within this cascading oppression.
your breath carries me away...

When you’re my age and you look back
At all the little cuts you have upon your arm...

It rains in my heart
when I think of you...

Her hair perfectly placed
reaches the center of her...

Once Strong and proud it stood like
a mountain, beautiful and serene...

What is time but a clock
you buy at the department store...

Help Me I'm going insane!
As I type my stories to you...

Paint in her eyes, black as night
Her smile is full of pain...

Born Into December
Some into January...