Hey, not sure if I'm any good at poetry but it's fun to write. Anyways love all your poems! Steph :) |
She looked around desperatly
trying not to see...
She looks around
And what does she see...
I seriously just want to die
I slit my wrists, I don't know why...
Some dirty covered in filth
Others hidden not aloud to be seen...
She looked around desperately
trying not to see...
The new immigrants, the fobs who migrate
Their relatives they try to locate...
She looks around
And what does she see...
When disaster strikes you can live in th wrekage and pretend it's your mansion or you can crawl from the rubble and rebuild. Stephanie Feld |