Poems from mattinoel
I have scars on my hands,
from touching broken people.
I have scars on my heart,
from loving injured hearts.
I have broken pieces,
which...
Our lives are whispered secrets in the ears of strangers,The soft blowing of a summer breeze,The quiet understanding of a second of eye...
Let’s talk about the frickle frackle,
The things that don’t make sense.
Let’s talk about the would have been,
The could have been,
The...
I am not my own.
I am my family,
I grow and change as they do.
They have taught me to be everything they are and everything I could ever...
You're standing on the rooftop,
Looking at the ground.
There's nobody here,
Nobody to be found.
As you take a step,
A small voice cries...