she
built
walls
around
her
heart
and
locked
all
of
her
feelings
away
and
wondered
why
nobody
ever
tried
to
save
her.
-k.d.
Being a poet is like being really sick. But instead of vomit, words come out. This is my word vomit. Plus
she
built
walls
around
her
heart
and
locked
all
of
her
feelings
away
and
wondered
why
nobody
ever
tried
to
save
her.
-k.d.