Poems from Anonymous03
My heart is severely scared, my mind feels the burns of the rusty chains weighing them down… there’s no escape from my mental scars I mean...
It was hard to see clearly but the gray lit skies slowly started to perish and blue hues took way into the sky eventually being followed by...
Am I happy? Or do I pretend... do I put up with bullshit because I really want to, or because I’m used to it ? Do I know what I want versus...
They seem to fall gracefully at first, silent, warm rolling down my cheeks waiting to soak the creases of my neck. Emotions build, I become...
My palms start sweating, my hands get shaky and the itch in my throat starts to rise and I freeze. The mere exposure of the glass slipper...