Poems from itsmdstarr
Tears stream down a stone cold face
A heart beats
A heart wants
Love, to not love
Two conflicting states in a small body
It hurts
Hot...
Poetry is therapeutic
I lower my pen to paper
And I don't have to pay one hundred-forty dollars for temporary peace of mind
Tears released...
I can’t breathe
I’m on the brink of a breakdown but can’t bring myself to speak
The weight of the world is suddenly on my shoulders
I know...