Poems from Whitneyrawr
What good is a thoughtWhen left unshared?What good is emotion?When no one cares?What good is a smileWhen it's not realAnd if numbness...
I remember when poets still used ink and paper
We’d spill our hearts on the pages
But modernly, we write in any way, shape, or form
As...
The darkness wraps me in its cold embrace
As I linger further into this foreign place
In the back of my mind
Where all things become lost...