"I love you" Whispered the boy Who claimed he could not love False confidence blossomed in the girl Believing the lie with every fiber of her being
By Abigail grace6 years ago in Poets
A tree Is once an amature One with utterly no experience of survival Only genetic code That screams "Well guess I'm alive now, better deal with it"
Nail marks Instead of blades If Blood does not gush Scars can not form On the delicate skin covering a broken soul And no one suspects You are falling apart All over again