Poems from WhatWeDoInLifeEchoesInEternity
The ink bleeds into the paper
As my pen touches down
My eyes are moistened
As my cheeks are wet with every piece of me.
I spill out my...
The ink bleeds into the paper
As my pen touches down
My eyes are moistened
As my cheeks are wet with every piece of me.
I spill out my...
There is more good
In the hearts of the poor
Than all the hearts combined
Of the rich and powerful
There is more giving
From the hands of...
Take it from
From my mind
My heart
My soul
This is me
This is who I am
Forever in the Hearts of Strangers
I will live on
Not for my...
To some I am a sin
To others I am a freak
To some I am accepted
For me it is not about the way you look
It is not about the clothes
Or the...