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...