Poems from FlyAwayWords

The words in my head Become my walls They push in, crushing me   I paint the words in red Well, marker, on my wall But they’re not the same...
I was born, my skin all pink I grew up, and it had seeped into my heart My lungs filled with it My eyes saw with it And I was pink It...
Why is it that we love sweet nothings in our ears? Nothings and empty promises from those we hold dear? In all the broken, tumbling chaos...