Poems from Feshasha

I turned heads, but you twisted my insides. Filling my body with poisons and lies.Staying up at night waiting; as stars burnt out. Talking...
I turned heads, but you twisted my insides. Filling my body with poisons and lies. Staying up at night waiting; as stars burnt out....
The scraps on the heap of the world are art. I just choose to make them my own and call it my creative side.   Reality bent for societies...