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...