Poems from yl15

Getting lost in the dusty pages, sifting through distant memories. A cup of hot chocolate in hand, listening to the wind whistle outside...
This mask I wear... is one with me I am fury, passion and chaos. Hiding behind this curtain, hiding these silent tears trailing down.  ...
I shall climb a mountain high! Hear the wailing wind cry. Lie and roll down grassy hills, Count the mountain wolves’ kills.   I shall make...
I can feel their eyes running up my back, slipping              down                         my                               spine...