Poems from Santa Flaws
Sometimes I feel alone. Sometimes I don't. Honestly my emotions are the same either way. The problem is usually that I just don't feel at all. This is my panic. This is my call to arms.
O, little house.Little house of memories.With old locked doorsAnd missing keysPlaces to go, things to see.O, little house.O, tiny house....
This world has a lot to take in.It turns and turns stopping for no oneWhile I just sit and take it all in,Take turns, take turns. Waiting...
Yep.
Broken.
Scared.
Hopeful?
Tired.
Alone.
Curious.
Sad.
Hopeful.
Sad.
Guess what?
I'm doing well for once.
It seems surreal
That my heart and mind agree
Things are alright
But something itches
I thought, a...
What if I told you that I'm raw?
What if I told you that I'm broken?
What if I told you I feel like crying?
Well. I do.
What if I told...