Poems from clarylexi
With pain comes poetry
or is it the other way around
Pain equals poetry
I hang my hopes on a broken elm tree
I was hoping to be free
But...
Words become unspoken
memories are left to be broken
distance seperates you from me,
and time gets in the way of everything
don't blame...
who am I?
I am a surviver
because I have seen the gates of hell
open up before me to hold me and keep me near
the needle in my arm was...
Her are eyes are afraid to wander to the mirror
Her body shakes with a sudden tremble and a terror
Her handsfind her waist and pinches the...
Memories
where my mind drifts off too at the wrong times never
seems to happen at the right times.
I close my eyes and I see my self cry...