Poems from sappire1029

People say that I'm different. I see things and hear things not of their world, But of mine: Shadows and figures with no physical...
My broken angel With wings made of porcelain With a mind held together by threads With scars on his skin that run like mine do Deep Full...
My sweet escape -  My escape from the blows, the pain, All of it, In the form of a cloud With a sweet, alluring scent That drowns my...
Oh Teacher! my Teacher! Our fearful trip is done. My mind has weather'd the exam, The score I sought is won; The end is near The bell I...
Go   I keep going. Their words echo in my thoughts,                    Screaming to me through the day                    And whispering at...

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