Wait, Until it's done
The cruelty, the animalistic need,
Still the gate's closing — not ready
for opening the store
People wanted in,
Now no one dares,
So the dolls in the house wait
For The Entertainment
What is she scared of?
Love?
Desire?
The other person?
Never be known through the glass that's been put in
So people wonder around,
Keeping the distance
She created
Enough of the story,
She's waiting,
For someone to
Breakthrough
Unless
She will do it herself
YOU ARE READING
The Way I Say It
PoetryCollections of poems throughout the time of high school. They were primarily written without any structure or rules. Those poems are very close to me. Each highlights the lows and highs of individual life and the perception of others and themselves...
