I saw you wipe your tears today, yeah you didn't hear me walking into the kitchen. I looked at you and asked what's wrong hating the cold counter top under my hand.
By Marina Vos4 years ago in Poets
I wish I could let the people who don't believe see that I've: Walked a thousand miles and slept a thousand nights, That I've seen a million things and hidden a million lies,
By Marina Vos5 years ago in Poets
Well you see I used to be a writer, A mundane master of words and despair, With pen and ink I cast my spells, On a reader's mind when darkness calls,
Can I have some silence? The voices in my head are acting up again and I can't take it anymore, Can I have some silence? It's all I want for my mind is a mess with hollow thoughts,