Poems from GirlWhoWrites13
Scars
Still present
From when
My old self
Died
And I began
To hide
And stay away
Small scars
On my legs
From when
Writing
Couldn't...
It is in these actions
when my mind
makes me realize
maybe a place
called heaven can exist
Lips
breathe the breath of life
save me
from...
Looking up
I will see
the Archer
high above me
his bow
pointing at me
his star eyes
staring coldly
fear
it surrounds me
as I flee
knees...
She wanders to the water
Tears almost pouring down her cheeks
Down into the water
She dreams
Yearning
For the ability
To finally breathe...
When I was small
I would believe
That Fairies surrounded me
And protected me
From the bad
But when I grew
My fairies turned to dew
And...