Poems from Ilhan.Braxton
The Girl:
There he is,
ominous
standing in my door
with his cloak and scythe
His hand extends forward
reaching for my soul
am I truly...
Worthless is the thought
of a soul that has been hurt
Now forever lost
I stand here before you with a smile on my face
trying to determine my place in this race for success.
Internally I am bleeding, bleeding...
I look in the mirror and I see a girl
A girl who wants to change the world
Show everyone what could be
If from our eyes we erased the...