Poem
twenty-seventeen
She calls
She doesn't know why
The demons inside
She's broken
I question
She answers
Her mind moves like dancers
From left to right,
No end in sight
But I calm her
I hear it in her breathing
Just seconds ago she was seething
My words like honey, a sheathing
And now it's just a memory
Words of hurt, she said to me
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kaenicole | NONSENSE
RandomA book filled with short rants, stories, poems, thoughts ... whatever I've also decided to include some alternative scenes for the stories I've already written. Some of these scenes may be from a completely different time and can even be completely...
