"No one knows where the edge of the knife is,
and no one knows what intelligent life is."
I am too much of my own blood to remain silent. The color is Red. I am so much more than your left hand. Lie to me, and hold my hand?
By Sara Wynna day ago in Poets
Now the whole world will know. I ain't saving face for you anymore. I ain't taking the blame anymore. I will not be painted in shame
By Sara Wynn4 months ago in Poets
Somewhere out there I belong to you. We walk together in rose colored hues and I sing to you. - But here there is no forever.
By Sara Wynn8 months ago in Poets
What will you do then? When the sky turns green and the wind starts howlin' 'cause a storm's rollin' in? - And what will you do
So you cut me and I screamed. You blamed me for the bleeding. You judged me for the screaming. Call me crazy. Your hands are bloody.
I guess I should feel lucky then; no more precious time wasted. I'll be glad to be on my way then, Ain't no use in feeling jaded.
By Sara Wynn9 months ago in Poets
You touched my body You plucked my strings You knew the words for you I'd sing With my whole heart I showed you everything
I'm on fire. A forest fire; a quiet, rolling roar. Warning sign: this is where I'm at. You want to cross the line, go ahead.
Tell me again about how after all this time, after all we've been through, you still love me? - Tell me again about how
By Sara Wynn11 months ago in Poets
Just to be clear: first, you were betrayed. - Then, you betrayed me. - - After feeling that hurt, you decided to
On the surface, I can see it moving; I place my hand to feel its breathing. Tell me, what could be here hiding so desperately in between these sheets?
Before I got here, did all you fuckers get together and have a stupid little fucker meeting and all decide to be stupid little fuckers together?
By Sara Wynn12 months ago in Poets
