Poems from DMK333

behind happy eyes, A true girl cries. She silently weeps for The poor, The hungry, The living, and the dead. She cries for the things that...
A question such as this was once asked to me, I simply said it made me free. The questioner said, "Well, so does reading!" to which I...
The Artist Writes what she feels And feels what she writes; Not for herself, Nor power, nor might. She does it to make her voice heard Over...