Poems from Sara Thornton
What was the root of it all?
I can't really say...
What's the meaning of life anyway?
Is it to bend or to bow
to live or to die
Is all...
Look into my eyes. They are a sharp gray blue. Grey for the intelligence they reflect, and blue for the fight and life in them. These eyes...
It's okay
No it's not!
Why do you lie to yourself Sara when it's hate that you got?
You try to seek help
But they put you on a shelf for...
I can always forgive, but I’ll never forget. Is it really home? No, it’s The Coldest Place. I will always remember The Coldest Place. The...