Poems from thorn2601
If you could see me now,
would the mirror break,
Broken or bended,
could I give what you need to take
Another dream down the drain, ...
Dirty windows pouring light
Floor frames built two stories high
We're all climbing on scaffolding
Up in the air, trading time for...
I can’t see what I don’t know
To busy working fingers to the bone
It’s easier to see what you’re trying to hide
if you know just to look...
Here is to a piece of us, as colors stain our souls,
To every battle we've ever seen,
To those whose colors our wrists adorn
No...
America the beautiful, they say we are free, To raise out hands in class, as long as we don't say what we think, Politics is suicide,...