Poems from dancingdove
I do not know if I am me.
Who am I if not myself but what is myself if I have never been?
How do I know who I am when I am not myself?
What...
the sound of his laugh, building from a giggle deep within his soul, the sparkle of his eyes under his long lashes, the serious tone in his...
someone
please read these
read these words of my heart
finally open, finally willing
no longer afraid of being violated
of my ideas being...
At the tree of fantasy, a place in my mind, whose roots collect and entwine in the deepest parts of my soul and mind, that thrives on...
how many more have to die
how many more lives must be lost
how many more kids need to be afraid
to wake you from your drunken stupor
your...