It use to be the smiles and laughs
fake feelings that seem to last...
Life spilled in cheap ringed folders
Thin lines flow red to black...
(Sort of like a story and has the crappiest flow...
She longs to be a bird that can fly far away...
I am a writer,
Writing my feelings...
You laugh at me, when I came in class
held your nose, as I walked on pass...
All around us
light flourishes...
Pull down my sleeve
To start the day...
She was
*perfect...
All the thoughts have burned and left me
these burdened eyes will melt away...
A little girl playing out on the street
Safe in the front of her house...
So much heart ache she's always felt
because of that man...
He chats and laughs at the dinner table
passing the food around to all...