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Toska Watts

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

8 poems·Since November 2015
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True Self

November 28, 2015

Her smile derived from a discrete task.

Adding a twinkle in watery eyes.

She forgot- put on the troubled kid mask.

Innocence, a second skin for the lies.

 

Don’t peer beneath the windows of her soul.

You’ll find the cold unbearable to hold.

Though I try I can’t seem to take the toll.

She has no remorse. I try to stay bold.

 

Life knows she’s a danger, yet helps her through.

When I look at her the fear’s in my veins.

I know her perspective, what she would do.

She hates the world, she says it’s all in vain.

 

Though I resist in time we will unite.

Two souls, two minds, one body. I can’t fight.

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