Poems from iamtime
Here is my shoulder,
on which to cry when days get colder.
I offer my chest,
lay down your weary head and rest.
My arms are open wide,
they...
To try but never quite see
the lie that has become me
is the fate of those I hold dear
for I run from those things I fear
and never look...
Run
Run
Run
How far can I run
How long before I...
Turn around and face me,
Face me for who I am.
Because just as you I have woes,
And just as you I struggle.
Turn to me and wonder,
Wonder...
A raw and twisted heart,
beaten from the start.
Bloodied hands grasp at air,
reaching for the memory of what was never there.
Dry and...