Poems from bookgirl9632
A girl, scared.
She cries alone.
Writing her fears on her arm.
And then hiding them again.
Hiding her face, her voice,
She sits in class,...
Uplifting.
What a lovely word.
Up.
Lift.
Ing.
It just rolls off the tongue.
I'm uplifted by music.
By the lovely melodies created by all...
one job may change my life
but what about others?
the life I live and the life they live
they intertwine
if my dream job changes my life...