Poems from Lia Claire

You wish to be a rose Why?You say you are only a dandalion? A rose has thornsA dandalion grants wishes 
Take my thoughtsMake use Of these thingsThat torture me Ideas and plansCreativity and inspirationMusic and wordsPictures and memories ...
End
Shadows begin to clearMind starts to slowCan only be near The final blow In the endYou move forwardWheather you bendOr wheather you break ...
The stitched wound was ripped open The heart bledIt ached like an earthquakeThat didnt seem to end Breaths waverBody shakes Please save...

Pages