Ice sits where my heart should be. My existence—it is fragile, it could be crushed at the seems. If I am to be a sword, I am a sword of glass.
By Johannah Fuentesfina5 years ago in Poets
I am just a visitor in my own mind. I look down at my hands and realize I have control. If only I could leash my thoughts…
blessed with the devil's sinister grace and gifted with the angel's reflection. the inability to lie brings an innocent mirage on her face.
given into the bitter taste of defeat you know I couldn't cast off the flames and the heat I've tried to cope but there's a part of me that'll never be complete.
You forgot them. You’ve ruined souls. You let others die. And now you’re all alone • • • • • • • • I don’t know what hinders behind my own eyes.
By Johannah Fuentesfina6 years ago in Poets