Feathers pruned no holding back, Aching wings, lustrous black, Silently her dance begins, A single kiss, her weakest sin,
Hey guys, it’s Katherine. I found this poem when I was looking through one of my old school books from when we covered gothic literature. It was fun to write and I think it is always nice to find bits of …
In my life, so far, I have dreamed and played and sang. I have run around causing havoc and ended things with a bang. I jumped and climbed and sailed away in my head. Knowing that my dreams would stay …
Explosions rain in the sky, Flying oh so very high, Coloured metal touch the night, Children squeal with delight,
Storms sweep across the land Brought down by Father’s mighty hand As Mother sits in the corner, cries We all try to hide in lies
What more do words say? What more do words mean? Then a cry in the night that no one ever sees A cry in the night that no one ever hears Does anyone listen to the sound of words tears?
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