Poems from Alexandria1818
I hide behind an armor of confidence.
It shines its' silver on the eyes of anyone who sees it.
It seems strong,
It seems bold,
It seems...
The veins of my heart are pulled by strings.
You are the puppeteer and my wires are now in knots.
Take the scissors to my strings, so I...
I fall
Down
The...
Aron or Cal?
Good or Bad?
My inner sin wants to take me over,
But my innocence anchors me down.
The angel and devil try to grab at my...
I thought I came from love,
But I came from sin.
My mother the prostitute,
My father the destitute.
Now I have to run away from this lie....