Poems from dhanika.louise

I write for the same reason you do, to feel.
It is I The voice in your head Has come back again To haunt you once more   There’s no escaping me Oh how glad you must be to meet me again...
It is I The voice in your head Has come back again To haunt you once more   There’s no escaping me Oh how glad you must be to meet me again...
You scare me. I´m afraid to talk to you Afraid of what I might give And what I might get back   You scare me. I´m afraid to stand with you...
speak your voice can be louder than the static of the television the same television that is broadcasting opinion aftery theory and turning...