Poems from PShah
Carefully, she wraps herself in her very own, invisible cloak, one just like how Harry Potter had except not quite
For only the innermost...
Don’t let people know who you are, who you really are, since
glass hearts shatter easily by those who have been equipped with stone swords...
The emotions
Bubble up to my throat and
Foam spills out from my chapped, bleeding lips and
Nobody knows and nobody will know the fact that...
I am a puzzle piece.
Nothing more and nothing less.
So many places to fit , so many.
So many awful choices, so many good ones.
But there is...