Poems from aviana.mena
Pour your heart out, bloody my hands
caught red-handed in this wonderland
selling fleeting feelings feigning meaning
seeking depth in tides...
Many times I dreamt the storm to be over
That peace had come at once
As if the ground underfoot would fail to crumble
How foolish of me...
The pain in my throat
Crawling up and threatening me,
This swollen feeling, when acknowledged, I choke
It's easier to lie about the pain...