Poems from Tori_6277
"Pick your poison," he says to me.
I've already taken it can't you see?
The pain I feel,
Poison, how slow to kill.
The sickness builds,...
*This poem is the first of a pair. It's partner is called "Potentially Perfect Poison.
I don't wanna feel this way again,
yet my heart...
Love is a Sweater,
sometimes tangled up in knots.
Yet, when the stitches all align,
you'll feel cozy, warm, with lots
of snuggles.
...
I'm scared
I'm terrified, I'm weak
Worried that I'll seek
For help, only to find
that no one has the time.
Sickness is the fear
(that's...
Free spirit is my trait I value the most.
Let's me know I'll never fully grow up or be sated.
Always...