Poems from Woodsie
I ask myself what I've become
And what I see myself becoming.
And then it all hits at once, the nights of constantly praying to God
that my...
Winter winds are strong
Carrying the scent of your
Temptation to me.
The butterfly spreads
Her wings to fly and be free
But not me, not me...
They told me I'm different -
That I'm not the same.
They said love can only come
To those who aren't gay.
I reared my head back
And laughed...
As she looked down at the scars of massacres on her wrist
The tears teased the back of her throat;
Taunting
Laughing
Tempting
Pleading
The...
You know you’re a horrible person.
Your walls won’t let you forget.
Closing in, I’m sorry dear.
These are the things you don’t want to hear...