silence deosn't judge. Silence deosn't look at you with a snear on it's face wondering why you look the way you do with that beanie on your head or how you live your life that way as you jump in your boyfriend's car
silence deosn't force you to be something your not. Deosn't shove there beliefes down your throught while ripping out your vocal cords. Cord by freaking cord. And expects you to swollow them with a smile on your face
silence deosn't hurt you. It doesn't take the map of your heart in one hand and a dagger in the other. Plotting and planning it's next jab so micktickulously with a smile yearning beneath it's very skin. But that would go against it's maskerade of that person you thought would never do such a thing. While a red river gushes out from the last thousand jabs prior, staining it's skin
silence deosn't mind your complexity. Those black steal toed combat boots with those floral jean. And that bright smiley attitude that cloaks the want that you would turn into the dirty dog that you really are, even though you ware a boy's clothing.
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The Wolf Within the Women
PoetryTHIS IS MY POETRY BOOK!!! it has the lessons that i learn as I continue on this adventure of this so called life. And no it doesn`t have all of lifes answers within the pages but it might make it a little more bearable knowing theres someone else. E...
