Poems from dreamdance_34
I am written.
In words not many know.
I am known by the font I type my stories with.
Since I am written it does not mean I cannot be wrote...
You have scratched your knee.
The blood is running down your leg.
Tears are streaming down your face.
Look up, mommy's got a band-aid.
...
I must wash away the innocence,
Shoot the scared in the skull.
I've been built by bullied words.
I continue to be constructed into a...
Once a sudden whisper of hate.
A sound that lingered in her heart.
Held between potential and expectation.
The sickness of sounds spreads...
In an operation, surgeons pull away the skin.
Their patient is a stranger.
Every organ, muscle, and bone is known to them.
Doctors dig...