Poems from cheyenne512
I am Cheyenne
I am moving boxes and poetry that nobody ever reads
I am the child who has too many stories to ever believe
I am the voice...
The precious face
Doused in make up and covered by black locks 36 years in the making
Your internal wounds are not so easily hidden
His...
Heart beating to the tune of your immituraty
Every song out there that makes you think
The rough and tumble life at an early age
Is worth...
The precious face
Doused in make up and covered by black locks 36 years in the making
Your internal wounds are not so easily hidden
His...
There will come a day
when all their laughs deteriorate
Hear them stop inside your head
Then Maybe you will get a little rest
For...