Poems from Amna2007
covered with deep scars deep enough to be
known she found herself strained
holding herself up on the stump she gave up
asking herself is...
To the part in her heart veiling fears
then faking the fears with tears
she didn't know the principles of trading
so the imbalance...
she knows hundreds of story but she starts the same of gory
In her train of life nothing lasts and what lasts overwhelms she tries to fight...
She doesn't like this picture perfect labyrinth of sadness
everytime pushing her like a ping pong back and forth
paying the price of all...
It's golden hour of gold leaf fall,
Sun half provoked,
It's half shadowed wall,
Sun half provoked.
'Tis a sign, an early morning,
Pleasured...