Sometimes I hate people-
Because people die and
I am afraid of things that are not permanent;
Because that means that all good things
End and all the
Things I love will leave me
Or I will leave them.
Memories escape too quickly if not preserved.
That's why I press flower petals
Between the pages of my favorite books
YOU ARE READING
We Write for Fear of Silence
Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
