Poems from MiaLogan
Ajar is the door to freedom--
the one society had shut for generations--
inside was a young girl, new to the world
of discordancy.
...
Would you have remained,
had you known;
Would you have love me
if I was not your own?
I do not believe, though it remains unknown,
but...
For with every farewell
is a joyful hello,
the kind you dwell upon
when nothing's left below.
For with a day's spark
there's...
Under Christ's good hand
is where I want to be buried
when death comes for me in suited armor.
His chariot awaits,
but deep beneath...
You lied to me when you said you "respect" me;
I showed you my weakest side, and
you took advantage of my vulnerability.
you humiliated...