Poems from celia.michelini
i am a puppet, that longs to be free
all of these strings, pulling on me.
je suis une marionnette , avec des rêves de ma propre
pourquoi...
A girl sits on a bench,
A boy lies on the street,
A baby cries in a dumpster,
These children are everywhere.
They walk the streets of...
I encountered Death
On a day of nothing more.
He stared into my heart
Fiery eyes blazing.
Death’s look was quaint and curious,
Almost...
They broke my heart
They made me cry
They called me fat
I don’t know why
They pushed me down
They pulled my hair
They ripped my clothes...
There is no fall
When you aren’t here
I tried to call
But shed a tear
There is no winter
Without your love
I feel like a splinter
Upon a...