Poems from AmyLenoir
On some nights, I pretend to be me. The real me, who doesn't hide or has no one with whom to confide. I think of the words set in my heart...
I am not scared to walk the darkest path, for I draw comfort from it. It sheilds me and protects me from the true horrors of this world: ...
The reason people turn cold is because the body can no longer handle the fire constantly suffocating us from the inside.
We've learned the...
she cries with no emontion
they have beeen strippde from her memory
she lies in her sorrow
all movement had ceased for her
she thinks...
I have known love
It was warm and sweet and kind
This is nothing of love
It hurts and tears me down
When it was love
We spoke on endless...