The starving poet-
Pitiful in her own eyes
Not a soul can hear her-
All her screams and cries
What can she do?
No one knows
Her thoughts and ideas
Simply come and go
And even though
Her hearts been broken
The ones who read her works-
Are luckily chosen
Jan 14, 2012
Jan 14, 2012 at 12:29 AM UTC
The starving poet-
Pitiful in her own eyes
Not a soul can hear her-
All her screams and cries
What can she do?
No one knows
Her thoughts and ideas
Simply come and go
And even though
Her hearts been broken
The ones who read her works-
Are luckily chosen
