Poems from Brea Turner
Oh how I've wished for a mother of passion, who smiles bright with great satisfaction. Who should love me for me and what I want to be....
my nihilistic tendencies
the possibility of what i could be
a monster faded from the truth
listening to the loud loud boom
rocking back...
it's a memory of how we used to be
that makes me want to believe
even though we cant go back
you've made your choice.
not me
but the...
hush small child dont you see
you can be anything you want to be?
you can be anything
anything at all
but listen clostly because this is...
youd see the evil that maws and destroys my jaws
to keep my from screaming the silence will hold
not a single word of truth will ever be...