Poems from Scarlett Rose
Poetry is like, A deep understanding of the unknown, Written with pain or love, It all starts the same way, With a pen and paper, With an...
Dead or alive? I'm not sure anymore I feel heartbeat But see no blood Breathing But voices tell me I'm dead This is an illusion Somebody...
Sprawling on the cold harsh floor Surrounded by broken glass Covered in cuts and bruises Weeping silently Wishing for someone Something To...