Poems from 13danecay
The Rivers are knee deep, flowing against us.
We hold hands as tight as possible.
But the rocks beneath us are slippery.
You slip and lose...
School
We spend years here
Lose lots of tears, sweat, and blood on these floors
Just so we can walk away from it?
High School
The years...
The darkness closes in.
The bag is tight around my face.
Breathing is difficult.
Fear is choking.
The light floods in
"We're free," they...
She stands there
The blonde with blue eyes
The queen of the hive
The one with it all
She stands there
The brown haired girl
The green eyes...