Poems from soulful_sonnets

The desparation of my heart Torment turned to art Love denied Torture supplied Little girl died inside Try to make me speak Is it answers...
I gently pull the stitch My craving formed by an itch, Of the need to express emotion In the midst of this commotion Tears soak my face My...
Hands or claws? Fangs or teeth? Fur or skin? The broken dishes The broken chair The broken girl The broken home Shakingly removing the...
I step, breathe, repeat Cracks, sparks, heat The fluidity of my steps become unassertive, unsure. I look to my fate What I have earned for...
Her voice travels through the wind At first so strong, willful, sure. But as it travels, it fades, lower, softer, Untill nothing is heard...

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