Poems from Cinny.annie.oakley
One day I cried.Tears, tears and tears.I cried for hours on end.Out in the open rain.Till the water on my face and my tears,Became one and...
A bird in a cage never sings or so they say,
But I have heard her crying out with all her heart,
A soft broken sound of a once beautiful...
Could I tell this, my rapid-fire heart,
to slow down a beat; I don't think I would,
Because, somewhere far off, apart,
In the deep of my...
She has a pretty face.
Her face is not framed by the hood she turns up against the cold
Her face is not framed by the hats she dons in the...
Stabbing in your heart,Cold as ice, Sharp as a knife,Having been there from the start,Something wrong, something not right,Locked away...