Do you listen with your eyes?
No? Then let me look at the sunrise
Your rules are weird and strange
Maybe it's time for change
You can't tell me how to live my life
Even though your words hurt like knife
Because this who I am
I feel more than you can
You might think I'm fake
But please, give me a break
Diagnosed at ten
I know who I am
Girl with heart
Who loves art
And writes just for you
Believe me, this story is true
About the Creator
Domi
Hello, I am a creative poet that writes about variety of topics. I really enjoy writing poems and turning my feelings into them.
Political Thirty-Three
Inevitable? A woman named Good is lost. Unforgivable. * Note: I don't think that I have to explain this one to anyone noting recent news, but I have included a video link below for future generations who can still feel empathy and compassion for someone who got caught up in history. And I was just too angry to say more with this piece.
By Kendall Defoe a day ago in Poets
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