Poems from HighOnWORD
Dear Dream,
You look beautiful
But I am too shy to speak to you
I pass by each day staring at you
Hoping you're mine
Just don't know what...
I bear in me the scars of years past
Of days that lived before my birth
My birthmarks are the scars of my forebears
A reminder: freedom is...
It was meant to be my tombstone
It became my stepping stone
It was meant to be a mountain
Like a volcano, that's my eruption
They called it...