"circal" poems
lets not wonder in a broken frame
even though our words hide away
i wish you could see inside my skin
of how much you haunt me
curved in a never ending circal
to pierce and shatter my dreams
of a wall of bricks of not exciting in yours
mortify in my gref of never finding
scars will stay and you know who's to blame
was once tender but now in ice
i wonder if it will ever heal away
from time to time i remember
Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 6:23 PM UTC
sometimes it takes
giving up your right to speech
to settle an argument
so i'll the alone in my mind
while others think i'm ok
to stay in the circal of people who can help me
though no one can help me on my very grave
but sometimes you need to be alone
to stay
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 6:11 PM UTC