Poems about Animals
I think of her as a card board cut out.You know as if she's a puppet of what she thinks perfection is.I ask myself..
What do you do when you see those eyes?
Those eyes that plead with you to help?
What do you do?
A way of expressing my thoughts
without getting caught
A way of taking my anger
and letting it rot.
I have a rose for you.
It isn't perfect.
The stem is broken
and a few of the petals have wilted.
The sun sets upon the western horizon of the Earth. As the night comes in and day ends it is the same tale over and over again.
If I'd've worn eyeliner,
would we have been friends?
Does the length of my eyelashes
Someone once asked me, "where is your God now?"
so I
asked the monsters under my bed
When punched in the gut, do you face reality as it seems or do you seem to drift off...