Poems from shannon_richards
“students I want you to write
a poem tonight.
And let that poem come out of you
and be you.”
You want this poem to be me
but if it is...
I slide the blade accross my wrist,
an urge I just could not resist.
I don't actually want to die,
but all I ever do is cry
and I'm so sick...
Don't you know our love burns infinitly?
So bright a fire, one must shield their eyes.
Raidiating heat and joy passion flys,
embracing one...
Let the blade cut deep,
but never shall I bleed.
Not this time nor next,
shall you see my blood
upon my sleeve.
You hate my laugh.
You hate my voice.
You hate my dance
You hate me.
and all I really want to do
is someday impress you,
but that will...