Poems from circuitboardstitches
It starts from my chest
And begins to bubble up
Until it escapes
My frozen lungs begin to melt
and the words begin to spill
My...
I'm tired of being quiet
there is something that i must say
why can't I offer my input in some way
your teaching methods are outdated
my...
Words explode in my brain
yet not in my mouth
so they tumble
on to the empty page
hope that these words would stay