A silent girl
Lakes of blood
Looking around
In death he stood
A knife in his hand
He couldn't stop
She was so loud
He just wanted her to shut up
Her body limp and still
Frozen tears on her blue face
Only blood brings colour to the scene
She's lost all her grace
His memory of her
A smile her face
Deep down in love
No one can displace
That last image of her
So mangled and torn
Will remain in his side
Like a rose on a thorn
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Letters from Younger Me
PoetryA selection of poems and lyrics written as I journeyed through my teenage years. Some I am still proud of today, others aren't as amazing. All of them are a truth that I felt at a younger age. The cover is a self-portrait painting I did when I was...
