Poems from Malenamarie.aka.M.and.M
Does no one understand
the word "burn-out"?
What about "I'm burnt out!"?
This rope is on fire and I'm at the end.
Everyone seems to think...
Stranger.
Bitterness.
Anger.
Hurt.
Because of your bitterness
I am a stranger.
Because of my hurt
that makes me a stranger.
Your anger...
Crumpled pages of a tattered heart.
Broken quill of a feathered pen.
Blured words through tearry eyes.
This is how life ends.
Colored...
A troubled teen,
she wonders the streets,
a paint can in her hand.
She wants someone to notice her.
She wants someone to value her,
so she...
She was in the corner when I saw her.
She was broken and alone.
Only I could see past her jaded smile.
She looked frozen like a statue...