I wrote them sitting here
In the classroom, on a bench,
in the moonlight, in the library,
at dawn, in my study,
between buzz, between daisies,
in midst of screams and hatred,
beside an infant, beside a casket,
on new year eve, or randomly,
between your eyebrows,
I know you heard them,
I somehow carved them in your eyes.
- she spoke when she caught him reading her poetry
YOU ARE READING
THE GIRL WHO SPOKE POETRY
PoetryThe thing about pain is, it makes you question.. what makes you human? ____________ **Not cliche, I repeat, Not cliche, WARNING, not cliche**
