"When you choose to be a poet,
when you choose to spill like this,
bleed like this, cry like this,
your pain becomes an exhibit.
A place for people to walk through
and leave when they are ready.
No one ever asks if a museum...
if it's doing okay"
--Laura
YOU ARE READING
From The Heart
PoetryDo you know the times when you want to say something, but can't? Or the times when you are sad and need someone to give you a hug? The times your worst enemy hugs your boyfriend? Or the times you are so angry you punch a locker and have to pay to ge...
