Poems from roraheart
Without painting I would be
Stranded in a world
Without color.
Without drawing
I am nothing
but a segment
on a timeline.
Without...
She was once lost,
in the world around.
Wanting little, giving lots,
Always happy somehow.
Never seemed sad,
Never showed a frown.
She...
Hatred
Is lying in the souls of those who perish
With his stabbing spikes of wrenching pain
Filling the minds of everyone he seeks.
Death
Is sitting over the shoulder of the light
Wearing a grinning face and dark clothes
Eating an apple and poking the light in the...
Depression
Is like standing in the street on a rainy day
Wearing a black dress and fears in your eyes
Doing everything you can to hold...