Poems from Questioning_Faith2016
Tell them I was happy tell them I was strong tell them I wish I had the strength to carry on
tell them I was lovely tell them I was pure...
From the trees we hung
in the midsummer breeze
Unforgivable never to be freed
left with the scars where we were once kings
Killed in...
Your hands like acid had blistered my skin
Every time you’d touch me your prints stained me again
Though it may hurt for a moment
I’ll...
If fire were romance and romance were red
If love were a bullet and the bullet were lead
Would fire be freeing
Would love leave me...
Recollection of a pink tea pot, bulb getting cleaned, bulb getting hot.
dim the brightness, produce the lifeless.
Not cooking in the...