Little red lines on a sheet of paleness
That's most likely all you'll witness
For you they seem attention seeking
For me they are loud with voices ringing
They are the callings of my past
That tends to remind for as long as they last
What are the little red lines of which I speak
They that are not so meek
This is where my demons win
With the little red lines cut into my pale skin
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Poetry Hour!
PuisiI've been told that I wasn't the best at poetry. So I'm just going to start writing more of it in hopes I get better. For those of you who like certain categories the title of the chapter will help you. And please tell me categories I should write a...
