This is a poem I wrote with the idea of if aliens came to earth long after we were all dead to see a bunch of bodies in boxes in the ground. What woul..
While she sings to the echo of her fulfilled voice,words of the upmost satisfied come raging from her lungs.Eager and anxious, she turns to find me st..
Arms stuck in the sky,forever reaching for the sunlight.Legs buried beneath the ground,the world pulls me in gently not too tight.Break, burn, carve i..