So much to say, but no one to hear. That's why I came here.
A cut, a "beautiful art." As I watch and fall apart. Left piece by piece, till I'm another sharp edge to kill the peace. A pill, a trip to the hills as it takes us to a place we thought we'd never see, because we never thought it could kill the hoping dreams.
By Esther M8 years ago in Poets
People say that we all in our lifetime fall too hard and hit the ground. But actually we don’t move at all. The ground just comes at us to bring us down.
She took a breath before she drowned, the stale air in her lungs tried to rise, but she waited till there was some sunrise of hope.
