Poems from wootayng
why don't people just stop and listen?
to the crickets chirping on a cool night.
to the slowing breath of the one they love, laying beside...
how could someone so beautiful
so gentle and kind,
be a murderer?
well here's how:
she tells herself that she is hideous,
that she...
with one look your eyes are blinded
with one soundyou’ll never want to hear anything else
with one touchit’s venom spreads throughout...
The spots on my cheek are a constellation of their own,
waiting to be mapped and studied for the beauty they are.
At the corner of my...