I'M Not the Scarecrow You See
...My heart still holds the unused beats,
My shallow lungs long the stolen breaths,
And the bones, cloaked and masked, run empty of flesh.
The eyes that dreamt the dreams,
Are now separated from th...
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Categories:
complots, betrayal, death, farm, father,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Fragile Hearts
...Feeling like birds trapped in cages, the fragile ones
Run from life, running, fleeing, flying even to where they do feel free
And safe, comforted and loved
Going on the...
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Categories:
complots, emo, feelings,
Form: Acrostic