We rest in careful places,
But none too far from here.
We scream in lustful faces;
We seek to help the pure.
We leave all but no traces
Because we are the cure.
We take their painful faces
And care for with amore.
We gaze upon the night sky
As if the world will stop.
We taste the wistful winds
And throw our faces up.
We run through the green meadows
And graze the tops of grass,
We treat each day with adventure,
We treat it like our last.
We fly with the white doves
And soar with the black crows,
We wear short and tight dresses
But tie our hair with bows.
We gasp at lustful touch
And kiss without a "no".
But now which person am I?
I'm afraid I do not know.
-L.H.
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Trapped Words (Poems)
PoetryTrapped Words, No one dared to say. Why can't we say these words? Why are we so afraid? Society has changed us, But did we let them try To chase and change our feelings, Or did we not even try? This world needs renewing And it needs doing fast, Beca...
