Poems from KhadijaSpeaks

In mornings of old souls
In mornings of old souls that spoke to young bold dreamers of the days when the sky fell on the lands that once believed in loveI...
ENTRY # 9//Rarely do stones walk//
I want to close my eyes and breath in the salty spreads of the seas arms wrapping warmely around me.I want to feel the vivid taste of...
She's always sad,Barely able
She's always sad, Barely able to bring a smile to her own face,  Like a move of her muscles would change her emotions She's always sad ...
The mirage of my skin
Even thought I know my home to be carved and etched  On  the back of my hand  The back my heart The back of my mind  Just like these lands...