Poems from BrokenTeacup

In the twilight hours of the cicada call When lightning strikes and thunderstorms brawl Weather has no pattern at all I will sit and listen...
I am kind Years of putdowns and slanders put invisible cuts where they would not heal Broken skin will mend again, but does the heart so...
They say it gets easier as you get older That you stop being scared and your only fear is being late to work If that's true, then why am I...