Poems from RenewMe27
Corruption uses those faces
Beautiful faces
Have control in reality and illusion
Spawning death everywhere
We need those pretty faces...
A strange affinity to male teachers
One would suppose her sick
No, not sick..
Maybe she liked the attention
Of course such a surface...
If you are too silent no one will pay attention to you
he said
don’t be afraid of your power
she repeated...
Plank the desk says..
Well he says nothing
Cause I’m looking at him and covering his face the whole time
Papers, a notebook, and pencils...
Lately things haven’t been real
But maybe that’s because what’s real doesn’t matter anymore