Poems from elizabeth9865

The Gods are dead if you ask the world. They died a long time ago, leaving little more than words behind. But those who know, can see them...
I grew up fast, maybe too fast. The summer of being nine: I refused to play with my friends, refused to go outside, and only survived...
For me, love is the monster in the dark. It is raw and exposing, showing myself to the world. The world of people who judge and hate, hate...