Poems from Bookjunkie
It's something we want no one to feel for us
Yet something we feel for others
My pain shouldn't be something others feel bad about
I have...
Weather at home or school
They surround us always
Showing and guiding us down the right paths
the unseen helping hands
the forgotten...
I am...
A summer breeze,
Cool and collected flowing over the ocean.
A quite storm before dusk, waiting to rage against the world.
Quite as...
My dark soul takes apart the dread that is life
Leaving behind a empty void waiting to be free and filled
Waiting to be loved and held...