His HeadA Poem by Miss World
Flames fly over his head.
He can't see them but he feels them burn. Children scream in his ear. He can't see them but he feels their hurt. I am telling him to stay. He sees me, hears me but breaks the promise anyway. I can't feel his heart. I can see it as it breaks and burns. I can see his tears. But I can't hear them anymore.
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11 Reviews Added on July 7, 2011 Last Updated on July 7, 2011 AuthorMiss WorldNVAboutWelcome to my world; My name is Courtney, and I have a last name too! I'm 16 years of age I write. I dance. And I have an ironic love for Hole. I'm a person. more..Writing
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