Poems from AlicatWrites
The room is too warm
My palms are sweatty
He paces, glancing at the pages.
Time is running out
I read fast but nothing sticks in my mind....
There is no rhyme scheme here.
There is no melody to the song.
No place where I belong.
I bleed here.
I love here
I die here
Music pounding in my head
Wind blowing through my hair
Motion sicknes settling in as ISwing back and forth
I take flight, free from the...
You look at me and see what you want t see
but that's not me.
You think I do what I do because I love you
but I'm here against my better...
Words can be soft
Words can be beautiful
They can make your day
They can deliver a thought
But words can also be sharp
Words can injure...