Poems from ymoyao
Through clouds of smoke
And stormy nights,
There stands a girl holding a fire,
Her hands burn as she holds,
It still.
Shes crying, unable...
Eyes closed and blind
Never seeing the truth behind identity
Hidden behind lies in order to fit in
A message on the internet
Irrelevant...
Careful words through gentle breezes,
Storms.
Stacking rocks one by one, too high to stay,
Falling.
Sharp ocean air filling lungs of paper...