Poems from christians417
I fear I might stuff
Too many numbers in my
Head and make words leave.
What are your
Words
When they're not
Written
With
"me" in mind?
Taking
Selfies:
Pictures, not of
Myself, but of
Someone
Else.
Butterflies.
Butterflies.
Butterflies.
I've just arrived.
They said I'd be scared, well, that was a lie, they tell me grow up, but that's...
I can see the stars through my ceiling.
I can hear the birds sing through these walls I have built.
I can feel the ground trembling from...