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...

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