Poems from emochkaz
The needle pierces my skin and releases it’s ink
The prick is nothing compared to what I’ve already been through
My name is forgotten
My...
Dust floating in the air
One day here and the next goneIt goes through lifeTouching each soul it sees
Some see it, and others don’tIt...
Imagine the rolling hills in a faraway land
Where the wind blows through your hair
And softly kisses your cheek.
Imagine the sea, and its...