Poems from kada
I have no inspiration,
I don't have anything to write about.
Maybe it will come to me as I'm writing.
Maybe it wont.
Everyone wears a mask.
It's as if we're all at a ball.
Who are you really?
I may never know.
He hurt me daddy
He told me he would take care of me
He told me that as long as i did as i was told,
he would take care of me
He hit me...
If only I had a boat,
so I wouldn't drown in my thoughts,
and I could sail away.
They hold hands,
looking deep into eachother's eyes,
the twinkle that only love can provide.
They disregard society,
blocking out the hate...