Poems from far2lost
My knees are anchored to the ground, and my shoulders are dragged down with them.
My face is black, covered in the very dirt I have...
These tears I hold in my hands
are for the tromented souls
that need them more than I do.
I once dared my heart to fall in love,
So it stopped beating.
I've become so alone,
my mind has created these pale faces
to keep me company
when no one is around.
They stare and watch me
in...
For my mind, I can't disguise
my thoughts and cries,
because my eyes
are too wise
to believe my lies,
'til I realize
that all my tries...