Poems from cydneichevaghn
Color.
Something that we all enjoy to look at when it comes to an object
but its one of the things that separates us as a human race,...
Stitched Shut
Tied with the thread you cut with your own hands
No Sound
You took my voice and I can’t get it back
How am I supposed to be...
yes my hair is different than yours
as you can clearly see
but just because its different
does not make me a freak
To run your fingers...
i'm a leaf being blown across the highway.
A rag doll being thrown to the side.
i'm controlled by my surroundings.
i',m dependent of what...