Poems from jwhitener
Words used to be for speaking, for making people listen
They used to be for painting, for making people feel
But black ink changed...
You used to define me.
You made me who I am.
I looked at you and saw the sun, the moon,
Now all I see is a broken shell.
Now all I see is...
There was once a beautiful witch with a heart as black as coal
She appeared on the steps of a castle and cursed thousands of souls
She...