Frozen
Staring
At who walked by
A child
Just like you and I
But special
Maybe just to me
I see them quite differently
Higher pedestal
Scarily high
Losing voice
As they stalk by
Bonding
So hard to do
Yet not for me
And not for you
But with them
No clue what to do
That's the facts
Terribly true
YOU ARE READING
Memories Graveyard
PuisiA look into the minds of the tormented, told through their dancing words and raw emotions. A beautiful art form, twisted and wild, known as poetry.
