Poems from RianaLancee
I have always felt that my purpose is to listen.
I want to be heard just to show you not to fear
Those things that make the tears well up...
oh curtain, my curtain.
So opaque that sometimes even I can't see through
I lie so hard that I believe the lies I'm telling you.
All I...
Who are you that I let you control me?
Who are you to tell me who to be?
What I wear, who I talk to,
Boy, I thought you knew.
I can't be...
"Stand up," you say
"You'll use this someday"
But that day never comes for T. Gray
They called her whore, and
you heard all of this
Yet...
"Stand up," you say
"You'll use this someday"
But that day never comes for T. Gray
They called her whore, and
you heard all of this
Yet...