Poems from AnzAngel
Home was a term used loosely,
It was a place for her to lay her head,
It was a place for her to spend her weekends.
An escape if you will...
I was a porcelain doll,
lost, withered, bruised.
In my darkest moments,
I was alone and scared.
But I got through,
survived with nothing...
Who am I?
It can't be defined in words.
Who am I?
A symphony with a million notes.
Who am I?
A broken mirror pieced together.
Who am I...
There's a time
and a place.
Where nothing is as it seems.
There's a fear
and a cry.
A sound that nobody hears.
An angel in the light.
A...