Step into the madness of her once so innocent mind looking for someone, anyone to give her what she really wants.
Him, her, mom, dad, anyone. Give her access to the stepping stones building her life. Don't leave her asking for permission. Let her jump onto that stepping stone. Atleast the first one.
Turn her heart into steal no let her feel. Brick walls keeping her in the hall not accessing the room containing her stepping stones.
Paper skin way too thin. Give her permission to access what it feels like not to be cut by grass.
Scared of the pen tricking her into thinking It was a sin. Trees fall she no longer stands tall. Give her permission to be that stone wall.
Her stepping stones used to be her home. Now she's just waiting for permission to access her stepping stones
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Highschool Misfits
PoetryThis is a compilation of stories , poetry, and events from the minds of high schoolers.
