Poems from MelGarr

They ask me why I write? I have to turn and smile. I write for many things, even the things I kept in denial. It is not the expression of...
Pig
For some reason they like to hold us back. Even though they seem to have the control, we are probably our strongest. I've never felt so...
Like a touch upon the heart He touched my hand. A feather, caressing my pain within. I fell apart.. I fell, melting through the tiniest...
I am tired Of lies. Tired Of my disguise. I’m tired. I want to be free again; Free from the heart. I want to be me again; Free from...
This silence is strange It screams a painful sadness for my ears And this darkness Is like a cold rush of fear For today You, my love Is...

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