Poems from Elisabeth Collins
Who knew words could build stories or fairytales
Or could wipe our miseries saying His love never fails
But what's a word without a...
My head hangs low, but I know
I've come so far just to be apart
Of something true,
nothing borrowed, nothing blue, just you.
I mean the...
I don't know what to say.
I'd love to be that one that doesn't walk away
But I'm afraid that it's in my blood;
These scars prove that...
How about now?
Are the mirrors shattered yet?
Their icy glares are just snares
Catching my dress
Ripping holes like the one in my heart
In...
If I could be heard,
I would say listen.
Listen to the lost voices
And to those who cannot catch their breath,
The ones too terrified...