On a rusty yellow autumn
afternoon I sat there; as the...
I need to intercept my own thoughts,
just so I don't break down in front...
Does anyone know the real me?
Do they know im not as happy as i seem...
Like the pooling of the tides,
brutal waters advance and retreat...
"He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest...
Clouded by years of memory,
hazed with final hurtful words...
I feel it dying inside me.
Slowly fading into darkness...
Walking along the shore with persuaded heart,
Your memories are lost among the stars...
Forced smiles, deep long breathes-
the race is starting soon...
Kaylee Jane Harper born 5th of may 2002
An angel from heaven that was sent to you...
As days pass slowly
And weeks creep by...
This is a poem about the dangers of prostitution...
Sitting alone listening to the emptiness in my...